<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Alice Beaumont</strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>35<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Stabbing her husband 47 times<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside a high tech cell, comtemplating life.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1<br/><hr/><br/>Alice opened her mouth to introduce herself to Sam, but before she could say her name, a guard threw them some bread and water along with a snide remark or two.  She watched as the bottles of water rolled out of the bag, one coming to rest near her feet.  Not willing to risk that the contents hadn't been tampered with in some way, she didn't retrieve the wayward bottle, despite the fact that she was beginning to develop a thirst.  And besides, without something to wash down with the water, what was the point?  The semi-constant fog was starting to lift, and Alice found that she didn't like it. Not one little bit.<br/><br/>Again, she tried to tell Sam her name, but this time she was interupted by the conflicting voices in her head.  Alice closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in an attempt to banish them, but to no avail.  The two argued as they always did, the result being a familiar dull ache behind her eyes.  Alice was tired of trying to sort them out, of trying to decide which one to follow.  For now, it didn't matter who she listened to. It seemed her destiny was not her own, and the authorities would do whatever they liked with her.  A single tear slid down her cheek as she thought of her son. Would she ever see him again?  She could feel her hands trembling as they held on to the younger women.  If only she had her bag...<br/><br/>Suddenly, the door opened, and a hard faced officer grasped Winter roughly by the arm, dragging her off the cot and towards the opening in the glass wall.  Alice grabbed for her, but was too slow, and before she had time to react further, the door slid shut behind them, and the girl she'd promised herself she'd protect was marched down the corridor and out of sight.<br/><br/>"No!  Winter!!" Alice protested feebly, her voice panicked.  She pressed her face to the glass of the cell, trying to see where they were taking the troubled young woman.  Winter was putting up a good fight, but was no match for the officers that had her in their grip.  Alice watched as she disappeared, a sinking feeling filling her chest.<br/><br/>She turned and trudged back to the cot.  First her son, and now Winter.  It seemed that anyone Alice came to care about was taken from her, suddenly and violently.  Was she being cursed for what she did to her husband?  Despite the fact that the man had subjected her to years of secret abuse?  The distraught woman was so caught up in her own thoughts, that she didn't even notice the arrival of the youth across the hall.  She sank down next to Kenzie, her head hung low, completely devoid of fight.  Perhaps she should confess to torching the library.  Surely they'd sentence her to death. And with death would come peace.<br/><br/>Unless the Voices waited on the other side.....<br/>