Alice stared at the tapestry, it would be a sha- no it wouldn't, her mind suddenly thought, stealing itself for what was to come. "Alright.. lets get it off", she said, before slowly tugging on the rug, trying to get it off the wall. Sure it was a waste of a beautiful rug and more so that it was made by Ghandi himself, but this wasn't a time to be used to think about the arts, this was a time for action. If they had gotten the tapestry, it would simply be a matter of rolling the dead girl into it, using her shoe and then carrying her up to the roof.