Oh, really feel for Alice. Gives me butterflies in my stomach just thinking about her situation. I agree about the church thing. Once when I was abroad I had an unreasonable fear that the plane I was due to board later that day would crash. On the way to the airport, I panicked and yelled at the taxi driver to stop by a picturesque hilltop church. I dashed up the many steps arriving, breathless, heart pounding, at the entrance (luckily it was unlocked). Once inside the tiny, dark, cool medieval church I felt unaccountably calm again. I’m not religious let alone catholic, but lit a candle; then I bought one of the postcards lying on a table and trotted calmly back down the steps. Felt a bit guilty really, as not a churchgoer but, to this day, I always pack that postcard in my luggage.