But now, Alice is no more, and this place has turned into a cold and empty ward, so desolate it's frightening. Compared to the chill now, the smiles and expressions of the past are even more sorrowful.
Shane Winchester remains calm, gently takes a photo of Jackson Sully by the head of the bed, and softly says, "She is finally free."
No one responds, yet Shane Winchester continues to murmur to himself, "Although she didn't say it, I know... sometimes she was in a lot of pain..."
At night, she would lie in the bed, tossing and turning until daybreak when she could finally breathe evenly.
He also knows she used to secretly watch him and had once covered him with a quilt, her footsteps light, yet her turn was decisively brisk.
Three days later, Lucas Taylor arranged Jackson Sully's funeral on the lawn outside a hotel. The sky was dusted with snowflakes, and many came with umbrellas.
