Alison walked down the wooden stairs, her hand in Olivia's smooth hand. When they reached the floor, Olivia took Alison to Aunt Helen. "I just need to talk to my partner real quick." Olivia's voice as so gentle that it was hard to tell who she was talking to, Aunt Helen or Alison. She stood near her aunt's side as she watched the two officers talk to each other. They were talking in hushed tones so it was near impossible to figure out what was being said. All Alison knew was that there was some head nodding and hand gesturing going on as Olivia talked to the man. Eventually, the two detectives made their way back to the entryway.

"Mr. and Mrs. Westerfields?" Olivia looked at the middle-aged couple with nothing but sincerity in her eyes. "We would like to take Alison to the hospital and then to our precinct to get a statement, but only with your permission." She waited for an answer patiently.

Aunt Helen looked down at Alison and rested a hand on the girl's hair. "Oh of course. Anything to help figure out what happened to our little girl." Their 'little girl', that's how they talked about her, like she was their daughter rather than their niece. Everyone was silent as they gathered their belongings. Uncle Todd helped Alison get her coat on and zip it up. They all made their way outside into the blistering cold, the squad car sitting in the long driveway of the farmhouse. It was the dead of the night, no surprise that the car was dead silent on the lonely two-lane roads. With each little bump in the road that they hit, Alison was lulled into a light sleep.

Alison was back at home. Richard was standing in front of Alison, his hands reaching for his belt. The shaking was uncontrollable, it was a side effect of the trauma he has caused her. Just for a second she blinked and his belt was off of his corpulent waist. Alcohol was on his breath, she could smell it as he whispered in her ear, "This is what you get for tattling to the police…" A malicious smile grew and spread across his porky face. The deep brown belt that he had been wearing was hovering over his head, Alison knew what was coming next. She had seen this scene plenty of times with Mother.

Alison woke up screaming in Aunt Helen's arms.

"Alison, are you okay?" She could hear Olivia asking from the front, but she couldn't see through the tears that were clouding her vision. She just sat in silence as she tried her best to stay awake for the rest of the ride. The car came to a sudden stop as she heard everyone get out, and she felt her uncle grab her from the car. She was finally able to see, and she saw the bustling in the hospital, which worried her.

Olivia stopped at the reception desk in the ER, and flashed her badge. "I'm Detective Olivia Benson with the Special Victims Unit, we need to get an exam done on a possible rape victim. Name is Alison Bennett, age five, her aunt and uncle are here in case you need permission for anything."

"All right. I'll get someone on top of that as soon as I can. Please take a seat, I'll call her name when we have a room prepared," the receptionist answered before getting back to answering the phone, and filling out paperwork.

Olivia grabbed Alison's hand, and led her to one of the chairs in the waiting area. "Alison, I know this may sound terrible, but you're going to have to sit on a table, and they are going to swab you. It may hurt, but we need to get this done, so we can help you. I'll be with you the entire time if you need anything."

Alison squeezed Olivia's hand as a sign that she understood. Once again, since it was late, and there was nothing she could do but wait, she fell asleep.

This time, she was in 'The Punishment Room'. Her father was shutting the door behind him, and started to lead her to the bed. At this point, Alison was around age two. He helped her up onto the bed, and started to molest her. This was the one time he hadn't knocked her mother out beforehand. She was wondering where her daughter was, and she opened the door to see him. Alison just sat there, watching, as her father grabbed the belt from his pants on the floor, and began to whip her until her body fell to the ground.

She woke up sweating when Olivia tapped her shoulder. "The doctors are ready for you Alison. Come on, let's go."

Alison grabbed Olivia's outstretched hand, and followed the nurse. Before she entered the exam room, she took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"Hi, Alison. My name is Doctor Blake, I'm going to be doing some tests. Okay?" The doctor introduced herself when she walked in. Alison nodded.

Olivia walked over to the exam table, picked Alison up from the floor, and set her down on the table. "She's going to do what's called a rape kit, I'll be right here, if it hurts, just squeeze my hand, okay?" Alison nodded once again.

Dr. Blake began the rape kit, but when she tried to swab for fluids, Alison flinched, and began to cry.

Olivia used a soothing voice, "It'll be over soon, I promise. And once it is, we can find the man who did this to you. He won't get away with this again, all you have to do, is let her do this test." That reassured Alison, so she nodded and tightened her grip on Olivia's hand.

Once again, Dr. Blake did the swab, but this time, Alison let her. She flinched, but she didn't start to cry. "I should have the results ready in about an hour. I'll fax them over to your precinct. She's free to go if she needs to, but call if something happens."

Dr. Blake was bagging up the swab, and cleaning up her space while Olivia led Alison to her aunt and uncle. When they got to the waiting room, Aunt Helen, and Uncle Todd were huddling together, and when they saw Alison, they rushed over in tears.

"Alison! Are you okay? Is she going to be okay Detective Benson?" Aunt Helen asked, acting like her normal, overprotective self.

"Yes, she'll be fine Mrs. Westerfields. They'll fax the results over to the precinct, so we can head on down for the statement."

Everyone headed out of the hospital, and into the police car in silence.

After having both nightmares, Alison tried her best to stay awake, and she did. She had been thinking about many things. Why couldn't she talk? What did the police station look like? Was it big? Small? Is this a dream? Is her mother really dead?

Soon, they approached the precinct, and she got out of the car. She was stunned to see the stumpy brick building hustling and bustling. In and out, police, attorneys, people, it seemed like the whole city was in there. Alison began to hyperventilate, as she felt the world spinning. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball, and just disappear. All of the women wearing makeup, heels, just looking so beautiful, and you have Alison, a five year old, sexually abused child. No one thinks she's cute, at least, that's what she convinced herself to believe. Her father always told her that, that's why she couldn't go to the store with her mother, or attend public or private school when she was old enough.

Olivia looked down at Alison, who was currently huddling into a ball on the sidewalk. "Hey, Alison, can you tell me what's wrong? Are you scared?"

Alison nodded.

"Is it all of the people?"

The little head shook. No.

"Well, it's a lot less scary inside, so come on, I'll keep you safe."

Olivia watched as the little girl climbed out of her shell, and grabbed her aunt's hand. They walked across the busy sidewalk until they reached the precinct. Elliot, being the first person in line, held the door open, as Olivia watched Alison's jaw drop.