Dr Richard sat and watched her going through her forced behaviour patterns. She looked so helpless and in a way she was. Without order, strict order she would collapse inward on herself shutting herself down until she - forced - would find... order, an inner order where she would shut out the thing that brought disorder.<br/><br/>"I don't know Alice, you know that coming back here would be a step back from that road you have started on. You saying that you are failing?" Failing... causing disorder on herself, not being able to keep the order in her presence. A thought most likely unbearable he imagined. He was impressed that she was even capable to utter such notion.<br/><br/>"Have something happened?" He asked her lessening his smile.