How long had it been?
She remembered seeing the braid in Roman’s hand. Then, hearing herself scream at the realization that he had taken it from Axel.
It was only a moment, a few seconds at most. But in those seconds her mind had lurched and screamed and torn itself to pieces.
Where was Axel? What had happened to him? Was he still alive? Did Roman hurt him?
She saw the small boy in the hospital room, half his head covered in bandages. He looked so fragile then.
Was he lying in a hospital bed now? Did he have that same vulnerable look in his eye? Was the pain written on his face?
Did he call out to her?
Then everything stopped.
When she woke again, she was here, sitting in this spot. Alone, in the darkness. With only one light shining down on her.
No secret bunker, emergency exit, not even the window showing her the life she wasn’t living.
Just Alice, alone in the dark.
