<div align="center"><strong>Alice Cape Merrin Police Department</strong></div><br/>Alice read through the report a few times. The cave. Memories of images that hit her in the elevator come to her; darkness, dampness.Alice shivered.  Perhaps that's the best place to look next. The park worker seemed as if he would be of little use to her. As of his wife, why trudge up the past. It only serves to hurt.<br/><br/>She laid the report down, and shines the small flash light on it. Next she pulls out her phone and uses it as a camera, zooming as close as she can to the paper, She takes picture after picture with the click of her camera, until she has it all documented. She  looks over her pictures, satisfied, she sticks the phone back into her pocket.<br/><br/>She picks up the file and places it back inside its folder. Then she shuts the drawer. She is tempted to dig a bit deeper, but she hears a noise somewhere off in the distance. She is testing her luck even being her this long. It's time for her to go. She turns off her flashlight and sticks it back into her pocket.<br/><br/>She walks over to the door, and opens it a crack, she peeks out slowly. The hallway is clear. She moves. Down the hallway she goes, and pauses as she sees someone. her heart pounds. She  backtracks just a little and pushes herself against the wall. The cop walks on without ever noticing her. She moves on. She walks down to the elevator, and then remembers what had happened on her way up. She moves to her right, opening the door to the stairwell opting to walk down four flights of stairs instead.<br/><br/>The stairwell was dark and even her most lightest steps seemed to echo down it.  As she walked she thought about the night. The phone call. the vision or whatever it may have been, of all the files she could have looked at she had seen that one. Something was leading her somewhere. Was it a path she wanted to take? She didn't have a choice anymore, she had to go where the leads took her. It was part of journalistic integrity. It was almost laughable to associate herself with such word, though she had won awards on it in another life.<br/><br/>She made it down the stairs with no problem. She opened the door, took a quick look. She could still hear the person at the desk on the phone. Strolling out like she had belonged here she walked out the door, and back to her small car. She climbed in, and quietly pulled out of the police station. From there she drove to a small cafe to get some coffee. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.<br/><br/><br/><br/>