Alice read on the way there...it was a futile attempt to take her mind off of things which she knew were coming. This wasn't just a walk in the park for her...she had convinced herself that this was the big one, where she...probably wouldn't make it out again. There, she finally admitted it to herself. She didn't really think she'd survive this. Was it suicide to go in? Or just an attempt to perhaps make some good for a life fated to end badly? She shook her head, the rational part taking over for a moment, her book briefly forgotten.<em>"I'm just being stupid...this is probably overblown hype and I'm letting some sick death wish drive me to it."</em>she thinks. Still, the approach to the house filled her with cold anticipation, her heart already pounding fast, adrenaline surging in a  useless gesture...there's no fight or flight on this bus, and all it serves to do it make her edgy and distracted.