"So you can phase on your own, or is that still a ways away?"
Alice took note of his body's movement but for once didn't flinch or move back. "Well.. I was born in 1901. My real name isn't even Alice." She laughed softly. "I was born as Mary Alice Brandon. Daddy was a jeweler, he traveled a lot. Mom and I had to raise my baby sister, Cynthia. I've always been psyhic, believe it or not. My visions started when I was young, though our town never believed me. I was called witch a number of times, it didn't really bother me. " She paused. She knew what came next but she didn't want to relive it. As she breathed in deeply she could feel her eyes watering. "I had a vision of my mother's death. It came true, she was killed. My father never believed in my visions. He remarried not even a year later as though nothing had happened." She shook her head quickly, "My father was in on the whole thing. He sent me to an asylum."