CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTEscape
“Alice??!!”
I haven't missed anything. I’m entering the dream in the exact spot I left.
Alice Pearson, Rett’s precursor, blinks warily at us. We haven’t seen her since the attack on our cell months ago.
Her face is bruised and gaunt from lack of nourishment. Her long dark hair is ratty and stringy. One of her arms is curled unnaturally against her chest, like it didn’t heal properly from a bad break.
She looks at us, sunken eyes peering up through her hair, and then starts to giggle. "Yes, it finally happened!! I have gone insane!" Her eyes start to roll up, but Rett grabs her good arm.
"Alice! You're not insane!" Her laugh quiets as she blinks, her mind obviously struggling to comprehend our words. "We’re here. We didn’t even know you were alive!”
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