Alice felt her muscles tighten. Whitefield? Was that her name? How had this stranger known the simple fact that Alice was her name anyway? "You are Alice aren't you? Alice Whitefield?" He spun her around to face him, gripping both of her shoulders. She avoid his gaze. "Please, answer me. Are you? It's me Allen. Don't you recognize me?"
"I... I...I..." The words were having difficulty coming from her mouth. The doorbell tingled again.
"Well, what's going on here? Alice? Is everything alright?" Alice and Allen turned to look at the elderly figure of Old Will. Allen blinked and realized that he was gripping Alice's shoulders pretty hard. He released them quickly.
"S-Sorry about that. I got a little carried away." She eyed him carefully before making her way around him to Old Will's side. Her smiled felt plastered to her face as she told the old man, "Everything's fine. Let's just get out of here." Before he could really ask any questions, Alice stepped outside and then up onto the wagon.
Allen felt his heart sinking as he watched Alice leave without a word. Something in his shirt squirmed, and wriggling its way free, floated up to his head. Allen's eyes widened as he took off for the door. "Timcanpy," he ordered the tiny golden golem, "follow that wagon. Let me know where they're going!" Tim took off without hesitation to follow the said wagon. Relief washed over the exorcist. Now he would be able to tell the others the amazing news.
Alice is alive!