"I have looked." He knows he has looked everywhere that can be looked and he wouldn't have asked anyone else to go outside in this weather. He certainly doesn't have the energy to go out again for another round of looking even if he thought he might be able to miraculously find her somewhere in the dark amidst all this gushing water.

As the cold starts to bite into his skin and flesh he huddles again, squeezing some wetness out of the edge of his sleeve as he grips his elbow and watches his whiskey glass, sniffling and brooding like a seasoned drinker in his favourite chair at his local haunt.

"I'm-... rather incapable of, looking after them, it seems." He's trying to quash down any thoughts about Alice bubbling to the surface. It's proving to be quite the challenge.