@hellkitten.
Alice lingers outside for longer than she should. Longer than, honestly, she has the physical strength to, because she should be lying down somewhere and the fact alone that she can still do it breathing is ---
Under other circumstances, she would call it a miracle.
Alice glances over her shoulder and takes a deep breath. Then she opens the door, half-pushing with her shoulder, already leaning in the frame for support.
“Okay, before you decide what you wanna say...” She lifts up the palm of her free hand in a half-hearted conciliatory gesture. There’s no blood anywhere on her, but that won’t matter. Alice knows she looks --- grey, and immediately, somehow, wrong. A dark shadow looms behind her.
“...your grandpa’s here, too.”
