Alice slipped into the close halls of Liza's apartment, having taken the still shadowy alleys to avoid the coming light of the sun. A good thing too! The sun was rising even as she had slipped into the building. Her steps shaky as the night caught up with her. So much had happened, but what to tell Liza? Where to begin? Where to end? She wanted to warn her friend of Liam, but what of Dalton and the other vampires? She would mention the other two. Leaving Dalton out of it. He had really don't nothing but stopped her from leaving. Her words to the poor man had been cruel and Alice wished she could take them back or more properly apologize for them. For they had not been true in any way but merely a means to make him release her.

Too soon the tailor found herself at Liza's door. Timidly she knocked, her mind still racing. She had been careful against leading anyone back here. Alice was very sure about that. How often had she thrown her younger brother off her tail when she was trying to attend some fashion event as just Alice and not with the hub-bub her mother would create. Perhaps she would ask Liza about Sturmgeist. Whatever or who ever that was?