"Millie, you little vixen." Alice pokes her head around the corner and shakes her head, but there is fondness in her smile. "I'm sorry, Sara. She couldn't resist trying to see who you were. I told her to leave you alone, but..."

"It's alright. I shouldn't sleep too late, anyway," Sara says, realizing that she has no idea what time it is. Where she is. What she's going to do. None of it matters, because Alice is there, and so, apparently, is her daughter. She tries to swallow the question but it slips out anyway – clearly, she is a glutton for punishment. "Where's Jacob?"