Henry stared at the shelves, filled with the tapes identical to the ones that he'd been finding all over the studio. He sat there wondering how he'd missed them the night before. Sleep had been difficult to come by after everything that had happened, so it was odd that he hadn't seen them. Suddenly, he began to think about the previous night, shuddering at the thought of his Boris doing everything in his power to kill Henry. Then, the image of Alice Angel running towards him, her arms flailing madly, after he had finally defeated Boris.

He'd thought that she was going to kill him then. His life had flashed before his eyes for the millionth time since he'd arrived at the studio. But something miraculous had happened. Alice was struck down and her body fell to the floor mere inches from him. Henry had remained still, gawking at her body in shock for several moments before turning towards his savior.

To his surprise, the woman appeared remarkably similar to Alice Angel, and she was standing next to another Boris. The Boris's forearm was mechanical and he was holding a pipe. This other Alice had her hair up in a ponytail with strands falling out in the front, and her outfit had been modified. However, the biggest difference between her and the Alice who lay dead on the floor was the left side of her face.

Perfect.

They hadn't said much as they lead Henry towards another safe house. It looked similar to the one that he'd stayed in with his Boris earlier, but was littered with swords, axes, and various other weapons. He sat down and the two had taken a seat across from him.

"We know that you might have some questions," the other Alice had said. "And we're happy to answer any of them." Henry was silent for a moment and the Boris and "Alice" exchanged worried glances.

Finally, he decided on a question to start with. "Who are you?" The Boris looked towards "Alice" to answer.

"Oh! Right. I'm sorry," she seemed upset that she'd forgotten to introduce themselves. "My name's Allison Angel." Then, she held out her inky hand for him to shake. Henry only looked at her with a look of a confusion. She noticed his expression and pulled her hand back, using it instead to gesture at the Boris. "And this is Tom." Tom waved his non-mechanical hand, still wearing a somewhat stern expression.

"Alright," Henry said, slightly hesitant towards them. "What is happening?" Allison and Tom exchanged nervous glances. Henry sat there impatiently, waiting for one of them to respond.

"Uh," Allison started. "I have to have a word with Tom. Would you like me to show you to a cot?" Henry nodded, aware that they had avoided his question. He hoped that he could trust Allison more than Alice.

I still have to keep on guard, Henry thought to himself as Allison led him to another room. Only Joey and I knew Alice's full name.

"Here we are!" Allison said, gesturing into a room lit solely by candles. "Sorry about the lights. Tom has been working to fix the circuit."

Tom must have worked on the lights while Henry was sleeping because they were on when he woke up. Henry brought himself back to the present, focusing on the tapes, which were lined on the shelves like books in a library. He went towards the corner of the room that was straight across from the door, figuring that the tapes likely went in order from left to right. He took a deep breath and picked the first one.

What stood out the most to him was the name, which was written with marker on a piece of masking tape.

Allison Pendle.

Henry replaced the tape then backed away from the shelf, startled and confused. He hadn't seen any tapes from Allison Pendle yet, so it came as a shock that her name was etched on the tape. Even more remarkable, after looking through many of the other tapes, he found that they all belonged to Allison Pendle.

"This is strange," Henry muttered to himself. "How did all of Allison Pendle's tapes end up down here?" he asked himself the question despite already having a pretty good hypothesis about how they ended up there.

Telling himself to focus, Henry went back to the first tape, suddenly y eager to hear it. However, he had a theory that whatever was said on the tapes was meant to be kept from someone. Listening to them would likely reveal what happened to the studio after Henry left, since Allison didn't work there prior to his departure.

Henry took another deep breath, then sat back on his cot and turned on the tape.