"No. You didn't," Alice affirmed, and there was some sympathy in her usually cold tone. "No one does. No one wants terrible things to happen to them."

Your sister was a tease. Pretended to despise me. She got what she wanted, in the end.

Alice shook her head, brushing off the memory. Dead and gone and good riddance to that murderer.

"There's stairs that way, I think. The others I tried were rusted almost all the way through."