Ruth was back home, back to Head Quarters, and it was if she never left. She doesn't know what to make of it, really. Her Superiors, true to form, gave no indication of their thoughts, not yet at least. She changed out of her clothes and into her nightwear, thinking about the things she wrote in her report, and of the things she left out of them.

She knew she should feel guilty, withholding information that could prove important to her Superiors. But she rationalized it as a proposal, a personal project, something that she would keep to herself until she had all the necessary information to share. And as she climbed into bed and settled into the crisp, freshly laundered sheets, something told her that she would never have enough information.

As Lights Out fell upon the house, Ruth fell asleep with a knowing smile on her face and thoughts of puppet strings.

Zoobey
If you want, I could do some ic-timey-wimey stuff to have this take place at Amityville instead of Ruth's home? It makes more sense that lingering traces of whatever ALICE was/is would be there.