The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers as you sift through the clutter on the desk. It wasn’t intentional, you're not meaning to snoop, but as you pull the folder open, your heart skips.

It’s a collection of notes, photographs, news articles. Headlines scream at you from every angle: “Alice Wreaks Havoc in Gotham”, “Not the Alice we know from Wonderland”, “The Hunt for Alice”- they go on and on. A thousand leads all pointing in the same direction. There are pictures of Beth amongst those of Alice in this folder. Copies from Kate's own archive, like she's comparing appearances, seeking answers to questions she's not sure can be answered.

What's thought to be fact is Beth is dead. What Kate seems to be finding… Is that she's not.

You don’t need to turn around to know that Kate’s behind you. You feel the tension before you even hear the soft click of the door closing behind her. “Don't,” her voice comes, sharp and defensive, and the coldness in her tone makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, “If you're going to tell me to drop it, don't.” She’s standing there with her arms crossed, eyes dark with suspicion.

Kate releases a tight sigh before she makes her way over to you and plucks the file from your hands, glancing down at her hours of work. “Dad taught me to trust my gut, not my heart,” she explains slowly, “And my gut is telling me this is right. That Beth's…” she struggles to finish that sentence. “That maybe Beth isn't dead after all.”