Ali was about to say something in reply, but before she could she heard tires squealing loudly and got up to walk over to the window. All she saw were Bree's taillights fading in the distance and Jim standing in her front yard, it looked like he was on the verge of tears, and Ali felt conflicted with what was happening. The guy she really liked and wanted to be with was standing there, looking desolate, Bree had sped off into the night like something had happened and she was probably crying and then Will was in her living room wanting to comfort her. She felt stupid, never should have asked Will to come over because now she only wanted to go talk to Jim and see what had happened.<br/><br/>Ali turned back to Will, tears still in her eyes, and spoke. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for you to come over, Bree just drove off because of something...maybe you should try to go find her and see what's wrong. Just go out the back, okay? Thank you for coming over, but Bree won't talk to me so you should go try to see what happened and I'll go talk to Jim to try find out what happened." With that said, she let her hair down, Ali knew she probably looked horrible but she had to try to talk to him. It could be her only chance to talk to Jim about everything. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying and she had no make-up, whatsoever, on but she still quietly made her way over to Bree's yard to where Jim was.<br/><br/>"What happened?" She asked softly, wanting to know what had happened, but also wanted to talk to him...just to hear his voice. Ali was playing no games and was sincere about just wanting to do all she could to make things the way they were before all the shit had gone down.