It started when she woke.

Her newly bought sleeping bag wrapped around her ceramic seeming flesh. She couldn't hear Robert moving from where his own sleeping bag lay, but that didn't mean that he wasn't there, or that he was. Alice blinked into the darkness, even though it wouldn't mean anything anymore. Habits and reflexes born of two decades of her life and death were hard to brake.

Soon Alice and Robert would ascend from the Deep Kingdom to hunt, then she'd be brought back here, and he...he would continue on with whatever he needed to do for the rest of the night. Later would see Alice alone within the Caldarium, after nights of Robert helping her, at first his larger hands surrounding her's, then him simply there. Watching as she went through the motions of lighting the candles littering, and illuminating the bathhouse. Now though, now she's alone and continuing on with her duties, She doesn't know if Robert's sill watching from the shadows, or Cloaked, just to make she she light neither herself, nor the Caldarium aflame.

Soon turned into now, which turned into later.

David wasn't receiving visitors, this Alice knew. So as questions came to mind as they inevitable do, Alice tired to call Katya. There was no answer. For nights, Alice tried and still didn't receive the answer she wished. Instead, when she rang when she felt like she questions would drown her, the line picked up. It wasn't Katya who answered. Someone else had her number now. Worried, Alice traveled once more to the Asylum. Katya, Lite Sneeze, wasn't there and hadn't been for some time.

Had her recent disgrace send her fleeing from the Domain? Had the Blood Hunt on Konrad?

Alice, once more, in the Caldarium, her lugs animated, the calming serenity surrounding her cast her adrift within her mind hoping to sort out what had nearly drowned her alone. All that had taken place since her eyes fell to ash. Change was carried by the Wind. Change and turmoil, Alice itched to-to-! She didn't know what but she knew that it had to happen now!

Restlessly she stalked the catacombs, hunting for something she could not name, until her search brought her up, and up, and up. The Blind Doll prowled the abovground haven, her jerking movements taking her out into the fresh, though late summer air.

The Winds caress her, until it seems they press her forward.

"Notos?" Alice whispers as the late summer winds seem to tug her forward. "Okay." The Doll nods, letting one of Astraeus' sons lead her away from the familiar feel of concrete and asphalt beneath her feet, the chaotic sounds of the city. Replacing them with the crunch of dirt, and grass underfoot, the haunting night chorus swirling around her. Alice doesn't know where she's going. Or where she is, or how late it is, or how long she been walking, but still the doll walks. When her steps grew timid or faltered, the southern winds would pull her ghostly locks forward, until her steps resumes an assured tempo.

Only stopping when the Winds were replaced by a voice, "Now, who are you?" came from in front of her.

"A lost lamb perhaps?" A posh voice from her left, fingers walk up her arm - The Wraith wakes, hissing and pitting in anger as this mewling thing dared! Dared touch her!

"Notos, son of Astraeus lead me here. Who are you to impede my progress?" Alice growls without thinking, the Wraiths ice thick in her voice.

"You li-"

"Peace sisters," a gravelly voice full of satisfied amusement approaches from behind.

Alice freezes, and it has less to do with the Wraith's icy coils, and everything to do with the monster that had snuck up behind her. The Doll shakes, the Wraith begs for her to flee, to shove the posh sounding bitch as a sacrifice so she could just survive one more night.

"This is who we've been waiting for."

Alice Hart wouldn't be seen in the Domain of Sacramento for the remainder of the summer.