<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 therapy, narrowly avoiding death by sandwich<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Winter, the men<br/><hr/><br/>Almost completely oblivious to the activity going on around her, Alice studiously chewed each mouthful of sandwich before swallowing it and taking another. Her semi-glazed eyes slowly drifted back towards the white haired girl, and somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the woman remembered that she'd been going to make contact with the troubled teen. But why?  What had made her think that this girl would welcome her attention?  Alice couldn't remember, although she'd been so sure just a few minutes earlier that helping Winter was something she<strong>had</strong>to do.<br/><br/>Alice tried hard to focus her thoughts.  She had always strived to be a good person. To follow those impulses and voices that encouraged her to do positive things.  Like helping Winter.  But everyone in this room was so...intimidating.  And some of them were down right dangerous!  If she got herself too involved with them, how would that impact on Anthony?  Her throat tightened at the thought of her son, causing her to choke on the masticated food she was trying to swallow.<br/><br/>Gulping painfully, the housewife managed to dislodge the bite of sandwich without bringing it back up again.  The resulting coughing fit brought tears to her eyes, and was only silenced by several large swallows of water.  Breathing heavily, Alice tried to compose herself, patting away the moisture on her cheeks with a tissue she plucked out of her handbag.  She took a long steadying breath, and sat up straighter in her chair.  If she was going to have any hope of following instructions and helping Winter, she had to take the bull by the horns, so to speak.  It was time to introduce herself to the white haired girl who, without guidance, may find herself in fifteen years time waking up next to a monster.  Alice couldn't let that happen. If only there'd been someone there to help her at that age, she wouldn't have had to endure the nightmare that her marriage to Dean had been.<br/><br/>Putting the worrying thoughts about her son aside, Alice stood, smoothed her coat nervously, and made her way across the room to Winter, giving the men in the group as wide a berth as possible.<br/><br/>"Hello," Alice said softly.  "I'm Alice.  It's nice to meet you."