Nothing.


“*****, *****, *****,” Dana mumbled over and over again as she and Shane ran up the steps of the hotel. “Shane I can’t do this.”

Shane looked the frightened expression on Dana’s face. The girl’s knuckles were turning white from holding the piece of paper in her hand, her eyes were dark and her head was frantically moving from one side to the other.

“Dana don’t be an idiot. We did not come all the way here for you to give up now.”

Shane’s reasoning seemed to work. Dana left her there, bolting up the steps and into the hotel lobby. She decided to skip the elevator and ran up the stairs, unsure of when this new adrenaline rushing through her body would cease. As Dana reached the floor she needed she looked at the piece of paper in her hand, one which contained all of Alice‘s room details.

“Room 208,” she mumbled to herself as she began her search for the room. After running down at least twelve different hallways, moving past countless doors, she finally conceded defeat. Dana arched her neck back and sighed, looking up at the ceiling to try and prevent any tears from forming. It didn’t work. As the first tear slowly dripped down her cheek, Dana closed her tired eyes and let the rest of her tears out. It didn’t matter anymore. The ‘cool’ image Dana had been cultivating in the last two years – the one which subsequently saw her lose her friends, her own personality and most importantly Alice – was now lying in tatters on the hotel floor of the Ritz.