Alice was a wee little bit late tonight. It wasn't because of work for once, though. No, she had started dozing off in the shower once she'd gotten home from work. She'd been startled back to reality when the hot water ran out and the cold had hit her right in the chest.
After she'd changed into some clothes and set herself up hair and makeup wise, she'd made her way over to Colt's as the sun was starting to go down. When she arrived at his door step she took a deep breath and let it out and then reached up to ring the doorbell. She was so glad she had the use of her hands back. Whatever that cream they had her putting on it was, it worked well. She only had one small scar on the first knuckle of her thumb, the one that connects her thumb into her hand on her right hand, to show for what had happened with the arsonist. Oh and there was one small blotched scar that was maybe the size of a pencil eraser on her collarbone too where her shirt had caught and burnt her skin. Thankfully she'd suffered no permanent damage.