<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Alice Beaumont<br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Stabbing her husband 47 times<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the snow outside the library, unsure of what to do...<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Winter, Kenzie, Sam<br/><hr/><br/>Still kneeling beside Winter, Alice didn't notice Kenzie take flight until she felt a sharp tug on her shirt.  She glanced up and saw a brightly coloured blur streak past her.  It looked like the rainbow haired woman had made her decision, and a quick glance back at the police convinced Alice that it was the right one.  She doubted that they would believe a word any of them said, and the Establishment had made it perfectly clear what would happen to them if therapy failed.  Making her own choice, the timid woman tugged urgently on Winter's arm.<br/><br/>"Come on, Winter," she pleaded with the white haired girl. "We have to follow Kenzie.  You know what will happen if the cops get a hold of us!"<br/><br/>Finally managing to get the youth to her feet, Alice half dragged, half carried her towards the alley Kenzie had disappeared down.  The stranger in the orange jump suit sped past them without stopping to help. Fear and adrenaline lent the slight woman more strength that she thought possible, and she soon reached the darkness and relative safety of the narrow passage.<br/><br/>"Kenzie," Alice whispered loudly.  "Kenzie, where are you?  I need help with Winter!"  Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark, and Alice couldn't see more than a few feet in front of her in the back street which was devoid of street lamps.  Panic was starting to set in, and Alice wanted nothing more than one of her mints, but her hands were full helping Winter.  "Kenzie, please...are you there??"