Alice was just thinking of you, and I love how much your life looks like mine now.

The end of the hall brings a change to the scene: the black and white pictures, including Alice and herself, fall to the ground, and Alice feels something in her heart. She cries, "Why did I come here? Why did I become this person?" She cries, feeling guilty. She cries, feeling trapped in a body and mind so horrible she wishes she could just run out into the fields and die.

She looks around, then up and down at the pictures, remembering the words her teacher read at her graduation. She stares at all the people smiling at her, loving her, loving her. She stares at the people who love her for some reason, but she can't put her finger on it.

"What was he saying?"

Alice's mother, Mary Alice, comes into the room. The woman has a worried expression on her face. Alice looks at Mary Alice, who is busy doing something with her hands. Alice starts sobbing.

"Al," Alice said, "I'm sorry I ever asked him what he said. I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"Of course," Mary Alice replied. "Your mother is good, very good. Please go to her now