<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>Still incarcerated, fighting the shakes.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1, William, Mara, Simon<br/><hr/><br/>The vaguely annoying voice of William was easy enough to ignore, and Alice did so.  She had no vested interest in him, and as such he wasn't in her circle of concern.  She glanced up when Sam responded to the youth, but didn't get involved - partly because she didn't care, but also because she was now concentrating on quieting the shakes that had recently started.<br/><br/>Her attention was captured, however, by the returning of the guard who'd dragged Winter away.  When he alluded to what had happened to the young girl, Alice's eyes filled with tears once more.<em>Poor Winter</em>, she thought to herself. Nothing the girl may have done deserved that kind of treatment, and Alice felt hate for the guard well up inside of her.  A hatred akin to that which she had felt for her husband.  It was all she could do not to leap off the cot and throw herself at the glass in a desperate attempt to get at the monster.  She imagined plunging a carving knife into his sneering, hateful mouth. Into his chest. Into his crotch.  Watching the look of shock and fear spread across his face as he realised that his evil thoughts of defiling Winter would be the last ones he'd ever have.<br/><br/>Alice didn't move, of course.  The scene played out in her mind, but she didn't act.  She couldn't.  Not only was she behind thick perspex and devoid of a carving knife, but she wasn't that kind of crazy. She wasn't.  The "soccer mom" personae that William saw was how she liked to think of herself.  Certainly not a crazed psychopath capable of cold blooded murder.  Sure, she'd done those things to her husband, but that had been brought on by years of abuse.  She wouldn't have done it otherwise.  Right?<br/><br/>Completely lost in her inner musings, Alice barely noticed when Kenzie left her side.  It wasn't like she'd sworn to protect the rainbow haired girl, although she did feel more motherly towards her than she did to William.  But she wasn't Winter.  Kenzie could look after herself, Alice thought.  She was strong. Tough.  She didn't need mothering, and to be honest, with the current depth of her inner turmoil, Alice didn't feel much like a mother at the moment anyway.<br/><br/>The two newcomers across the corridor didn't register with Alice either.  She was in pain.  Emotional, and physical.  Dammit, she needed her pills!