<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>Relieved to be out in the 'fresh' air<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Winter, Ness, Kenzie, Isaac, Jung, Sam<br/><hr/><br/>Slipping on the icy ledge was unfortunate, but luckily there didn't seem to be any permanent damage.  Alice winced as she tested her weight on the injured foot.  It looked like she'd be able to walk on it, although she thought it would be painful for some time.<br/><br/>"Winter, you were amazing. Thankyou for saving me."  The woman expressed her appreciation to the girl beside her before dissolving into a coughing fit.  She doubled over as her body tried desperately to expell the offending smoke from her lungs, attempting to replace the pungent fumes with fresh air.  Well, relatively fresh air, Alice thought sourly as the acrid taste in her mouth was gradually replaced with the more subtle chemical flavour of New New York.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Alice realised her handbag was no longer in her grasp.  Anxiety gripped her chest as she began to search wildly for it.  Please don't let it still be inside, she thought desperately.  She needed that bag.  Needed what was in it.  Darkness had fallen while they'd been in the library, and the only light source available was the fire itself.  And blue and white flashes.  Although in her semi panicked state, Alice didn't register what those strobing lights meant.<br/><br/>Finally, after crawling on her hands and knees in the snow, the agitated woman found her bag a little behind the main group.  She must have accidentally flung it aside when she'd been pinwheeling to keep her balance after their lucky escape from the burning building.  Checking the contents quickly, she was relieved to find everything was still intact.  Just as she snapped the leather pouch closed, Alice was catapulted backwards. The library had exploded!  The air was punched out of her lungs with the force of the blast, and she found herself sprawled on her back in the snow, staring up at the inky black sky, her ears ringing painfully.<br/><br/>Before she'd had time to recover from the impact, the familiar voice of doom invaded her head, screaming at her to run. Run!  Alice scrambled to her feet, glancing quickly at the others to see if anyone else looked like they wanted to take flight.<br/><br/>"Winter!  Winter! Where are you??"  Alice searched frantically for the troubled teen she'd vowed to help.  "Come on, honey...we have to get out of here!"  She still couldn't see where the girl was, and her ankle was making it hard for her to move any faster than a shuffle.<br/><br/>The softer, friendlier voice of reason spoke to her just as she found Winter in the snow.  This was the voice that Alice was more inclined to listen to, the one that made more sense to her. Most of the time.  However, nothing in her past had prepared her for a situation like this, and the overwrought woman didn't know which way to turn.  Run?  Or trust that the police would believe them when they professed their innocence?<br/><br/>Indecision had Alice in its grasp, and she couldn't move one way or the other.<br/><br/>"What do we do?  What do we do??"  She asked no one in particular, hoping that someone....anyone!...would make a decision and tell her what to do.  There were several people within earshot, and she looked frantically from Winter, to Ness, Kenzie, Isaac, Jung, and someone she didn't recognise, waiting for one of them to act.  Fifteen years of having her self will whittled down left Alice almost incapable of making sound choices for herself.  She'd do whatever everyone else chose to do.