If you enjoy this show, you will enjoy the new novel Alice isn't dead, a standalone,

complete reimagining of this story. It's out now, find it wherever you encounter books,

or at AliceIsn't Dead.com.

This is not a story. It's a road trip. And like any road trip, the stuff that ends up important

isn't the stops planned along the way, but the detours it forced to make. The weird vignettes

caught out of the corner of your eye. The places you never thought you'd end up,

and that you'll never return to. This isn't the ending I thought we were heading for,

but it's the ending we're going to get. Alice, I-

but not Alice. I don't talk to her this way anymore.

Because I sit next to her in this truck day after day after week after week.

Who needs a radio when I can put out my hand and rest it gently on her arm or her leg and let

my touch communicate all we're still unable to say? It isn't the same between us, not yet,

but I'm willing to wait it out until I've made it right. I hope all of this that we've been through

was worth it. Nothing ever could be.

Alice isn't dead by Joseph Fink, performed by Jessica Nicole and Erica Livingston,

produced by Dispiration, Part 3, Chapter 1, Cause and Effect.

We arrived in Arizona at the amazing painted rocks, a miracle of art. Two exclamation points in the

name if you're counting. I doubt it was much of an impressive attraction when it was open,

and now years into abandonment, the desert was reclaiming its own. Whatever paint had been on

the rocks was peeling. It looked like they had gotten sick. Their natural color with this off-putting

pallor. Alice didn't look much better. She kept glancing around those pink-faded rocks

and the former ticket booth that was now honed to a family of lizards like an ambush was waiting

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