Alice tensed as Tim put himself in her direct path to the coffee machine, unable to look him in the eyes as she stood before him. Biting at her bottom lip she nodded numbly, forcing herself to relinquish the coffee pot into Tim's care. "R-Right of course you did, stupid me... more coffee would do you no good, orange juice is definitely for the best bet then..." she jumped onto his excuse like it was a life raft in an effort to pull herself from her thoughts and fears. She allowed Tim to guide her back to her seat as she hugged herself, feeling foolish and out of sorts. No matter how hard she tried she just couldn't shake the feeling that William was going to appear and drag her back to hell. She couldn't even do something normal without expecting the worst to follow, unable to recognise herself.<br/><br/>She tentatively picked her utensils up again and forced a smile onto her face, only really able to pick at her food despite Tim's generous and kind offer. "I'm glad." The scary thing was she had been genuinely worried over his reactions to her cooking. How pathetic was that? Looking up at him as she placed a piece of bacon in her mouth she smiled around her fork, at least glad to hear he was doing so well. She was envious. "I-I know you've said that already..." she gave a small shake of her head with a hint of amusement in her eyes for once, though it was gone just as fast as it had appeared. Buried by guilt, sadness and pain.<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to protest at his offer, but in truth she had no where else to go. She couldn't go home, she couldn't go to her parents, her friends wouldn't have anything to do with her and a hotel was out of the question. All of which put her right back into William's clutches. Even going to the police or seeking shelter at a hostel was dangerous. So instead she just bit into her toast with a reluctant nod of appreciation. She just hoped she didn't put Tim in harms way and push the only friend she had left away for good. He was all she had.<br/><br/>"Actually that would be really nice..." The fresh air would do her good, allow her to think, plus she couldn't remember the last time she just gone out for a walk.<br/><br/>Once they were done she cleaned up the kitchen whilst Tim got ready to go for their walk in the park. She cleaned it until it was spotless, going as far as to start tidying up the living room as well. She couldn't help herself it was ingrained into her, part of her habit, to make sure things were spotless so as not to offend William.<br/><br/>It took her some strength of will to stop and focus on getting ready to go for a walk.<br/><br/>She grabbed her bag and her jacket before they left.<br/><br/>"This place is beautiful..." And she genuinely meant it, the trees were full of life and colour, some covered in blossoms, the grass a lush green, the lake a tranquil blue, the atmosphere calm and quiet, even if a little cold. "Reminds me of old times when we used to go for a walk just for inspiration, or to clear our heads, or..." she gave a sad little laugh. "or just to get out of the house because we'd hadn't been out of our houses in a week..." Ironically she felt like she hadn't been out of the house in years. She watched with pain filled eyes as an elderly couple passed them, holding hands with their heads bent together as if they were in their own world. It hurt that she couldn't remember feeling that close to William.<br/><br/>"So how come some lucky girl hasn't snatched you up yet?" Trying to steer the conversation to something lighter, something that didn't involve her talking about her life or herself. "Still looking for that perfect girl? Or are you just too busy enjoying work to be searching?"