Alice had been wandering around the hospital, unbeknownst to Amelia or Owen. She wasn't supposed to wander off, but she'd gotten bored, and DeLuca kept being swept away by his residents. She found herself to be lost at one point or another, and had practically tried ever floor of the hospital. It wasn't until she'd hit the ninth floor, exited, and wandered off, that she passed out.

Alice knew the difference between being knocked out and having a seizure. The differences in what happened when she woke up. The difference between the headaches. And so when she woke up, she knew that she hadn't had a seizure. She'd been knocked out. The sharp pain in the back of her head vouched for it, the groggyness spoke for itself. It took her a few minutes to come to, and when she did, her heart began to palpatate nervously. Shackless dug into her ankles and wrists. The air smelled of iron, her blood, she believed. But she was so scared, so terrified, she didn't feel where it was coming from. She blinked rapidly. She'd been stripped of her clothing, her shirt and jeans and under garments in a pile in the corner of the dirty room. The floor was coated in a thick layer of dust and dirt, she could hear the chatterings of rats and some other type of rodents, sending chills up her spine. The basement she was in was cold, and her teeth chattered. Her toes and fingers were practically turning blue. She began to feel tears reach her eyes.

There were two clanks that echoed through the room, Alice sensed they were coming from the large metal door across from her. It was pushed open with force, but opened slowly due to the intense weight of it.

And there he was. There he stood. Evil grin and all. Colt.

Alice's tears spilled down her cheeks. "Why?"

His lips pursed into a tight line, and he shuffled closer to the girl, kicking up puffs of dust as he went along. He knelt down next to her, and grinned a wild grin. "No one diserespects me, Ally. You know that."

Alice couldn't see the object in his hand, nor did she want to. But he lifted his arm, and came down hard.


Amelia had gotten out of a tumor resection when she came down the hallway to find that the attendings lounge was empty. Concern was the first and only emotion she'd experienced. She began pacing down the hallway. "Alice?"

By the third time she'd yelled her name, she was frantic. "Alice!"

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Owen came up behind her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her around softly.

"I can't find her." Her voice shook. "She's gone. I don't where she is."

Owen's mouth gaped open. "I'll call Bailey, make her give an announcement over the loud speaker. It's okay. Alright?"

Tears formed in the brunette's bright blue eyes. "I can't lose her again, Owen."

"I'm sure it's fine." He pulled his wife closer to him and held her tight. "I'm sure it's okay."

Minutes later, Bailey's voice boomed over the speakers. "Alice, you know who you are, if you're still in the building, get up to my office. Now."

And minutes later, there wasn't a soul who'd seen her arrive to her office. Alice was gone.