[ Oh, no, it's starting to come back, that overwhelming desperation to cease it. Alice heaves a sigh, pulling her face away from her hands. ]

Stop.

[ She feels ill in her stomach, a cold sweat breaking on her forehead. ]

Just stop. No more. I cannot bear to hear it, that little regard for a life. I don't need anymore nightmares, I'm plenty covered!

[ She starts to mutter to herself, soft and low. ]

I don't need or want help, I've had plenty of that, too. There doesn't need to be anymore pollution and corruption.