<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, trying to ignore the Voice<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Winter<br/><hr/><br/>Not sure if she was happy for the break or not, Alice stayed in her seat, waiting until some of the others moved towards the refreshment table. The steady flow of new arrivals had kept the slight woman from slipping into her own little world again, and she had noticed a distinct change in the young woman with the white hair.  When she'd arrived, Alice had thought she was nothing but a little slurry, intent on using therapy as an excuse to pick up a man.  But now...well, she wasn't so sure.  The girl had even picked up her rubbish and thrown it in the bin.<br/><br/><em>Poor Winter,</em>Alice thought to herself.<em>She's nothing but a wayward teen playing at being a grown up. If she's not careful, she'll fall in with the wrong crowd. Or worse, fall for the wrong man.  She needs a friend. Or more to the point, a parent...</em>Something about Winter touched Alice, and despite not wanting to get involved with any of the people in the room, the Voice that she'd come to associate with her maternal instincts could not be ignored.<br/><br/><em><strong>There's no need to worry. The doctor's here to help, just as you're here for a reason.  She's a friend, as are the rest of them. Meeting new people's never easy, but good friends are there for life...and friends are precious right now.  Don't worry. This is just the beginning, it'll get better. Just take a deep breath and stay calm...</strong></em><br/><br/>Alice nodded in agreement as the Voice floated through her head.  It was the Voice of Reason, and Alice always tried to listen to reason. Deciding that she would heed that voice and introduce herself to Winter, she rose from her chair and took a few tentative steps the girls direction.<br/><br/><em><strong>Look at those people good and hard. You’re stuck with them, now.  Need to be ready, too. No telling when one of these crazies might flip their shit and try to stab you, or suddenly think fire’s a good idea. And that doctor, something's... fishy. I wouldn’t listen to her. I’d just pretend to listen. Let her think you’re trying real hard to change... and when the time comes, RUN! Even if you get better, she wont let you go. She wont. Everyone here knows that. Everyone here knows that!</strong></em><br/><br/>The Voice of Uncertainty stopped Alice in her tracks.  She was sure that the different voices she heard in her head were all just different parts of her psyche.  Manifestations of different aspects of her own personality.  Some of them were comforting. Sensible. Helpful, even.  Some, though, struck terror through her, and made her jump at shadows.  She tried hard to ignore those voices, and focus just on the positive ones.  But she wasn't always successful.  There was only ever one thing that helped...<br/><br/>Alice removed a small mint tin from her handbag and popped another piece of candy in her mouth.  Within a few minutes, the glazed look returned to her face, and she floated towards the refreshment table, forgetting for the moment that she had been about to introduce herself to Winter.  She barely even noticed when the fire in the trashcan started, instead helping herself to several sandwiches and a bottle of water before drifting back in the direction of the other patients, an expression of pleasant euphoria on her pretty face.