<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Everybody<br/><hr/><br/>The Mask didn't seem to work at the moment. Oh well. He would 'put it away', and move back towards the group, once he heard Godmother speaking. Thatw as just as well; he'd prefer to get out of here, more than anything else.<br/><br/>With the intuitive understanding he's picked up along the way, it was easy enough for him to open the barrier.  he would linger behind, though, choosing to be the last of them to pass through; he was afraid of any of them being trapped and stuck behind, to face a fate likely worse than death. And, there was something else bothering him, too. He had an inkling of an idea, but his own darkness demanded more than an idea. "Birth parents, or adoptive ones?"<br/><br/>He wanted to know who it was that was trying to sacrifice him. The others, as far as he knew, only had their blood families; but Al's situation left enough room for doubt.  What he did next would depend on what she had to say, if she chose to speak. For, as much as Al would like an answer, he realizes his time here needs to be finite, and the moment the other kids had passed through, he'd go with them, whether he had an answer or not.