Alice looked up. Benny. What did it still matter? She wiped her face, but that did little to hide her red eyes and gaunt face. "I don't know..." she whispered, frowning. "It don't matter..." Nothing did. Noah didn't love her. And her life was over. If she died here of cold, at least she didn't have to leave Anne, and Whitby, and she would never be Tobias'. A vague memory came to her mind of herself and her sister running across the moors with their hair and corsets loose. Would that she had died that night.