[ guilts been eating alison up inside for the past week. she's been agonizing over whether or not the decision to help raleigh escape from the hospital was a good one. it was probably best for the kid--he was a wreck and the hospital wasn't helping. if anything, alison would say it was hurting. and being around the ppdc was just going to do the same thing. she'd dipped into savings to get him some clothes, some cash, and a prepaid cellphone with her number and tendo's programmed in. she's texted him a few times in the past week but so far, no reply.

alison is desperately hoping he's not dead in a ditch somewhere.

she hasn't told tendo about her little adventure with raleigh yet. she's pretty sure the marshal knows, if the look he gave her yesterday is any indication. and it's not like it's hard to figure out. she visited him, he went missing. there were probably security cameras that picked up the whole thing. it's not until she finds tendo smoking on one of the catwalks that she finally screws up the courage to let him know. ]

I don't mind. [ is not what she wanted to say, but probably needs saying. though she vastly prefers the smell of cigars to cigarettes.

she shakes her head slightly as she looks out over all the bustle. ] Wasilla. He was in Wasilla six days ago. [ there's no grease under her nails for once, so she indulges in a nervous tic she thought she left in childhood and bites at her thumbnail. ] We could probably track him down, if you want. But he's not--I don't think sticking around or forcing him to come back would be a good idea.