[center][h2][color=f7941d]Dr. Arthur Steiner[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=f7941d]"Well, while you give your statement to the police, I'll be in my office. Tell them to contact me there if they need me to make a statement as well, Dr. Dupree. Mr. August..."[/color] Dr. Steiners words were quick and precise, mistakenly cold for a man who had just seen a body. To August he gave a simple nod, while secretly giving a conserned look, before turning on the heal and walking away. He was concerned, yes, but just as much in need of answers. 

Emil Günther, the German student, stood and observed the scene from a distance, at least from what Arthur could see. [i]Sirens. Sirens and heavy boots. Well, you can't complain about their response-time, I guess.[/i] Arthur pulled out a sigarette from his pocket and lit it as he stepped beside Emil, not noticing where he was looking. [color=f7941d]"Dr. Atkins was supposed to tell me something this morning. This seems too perfect to be a coincedence, glaubst du nicht?"[/color]

Breathing in the nicotine, mixed with the chilling winter air down into his old lungs, he let his thoughts wander. [i]What on Earth could he have been thinking? What did he need to tell me?[/i] Another drag of the smoke, and out again. It was starting to get too cold even, Arthur suddenly realized. [color=f7941d]I need to check Dr. Atkins's office, Herr Günther, and seen as you have no class today, I'll need your help...Look at me when I speak to you, boy, what are you looking at?"[/color]

It was then that Arthur too saw the woman sneaking about the area, as if she was looking for something or someone. [color=f7941d]"Kennst du sie?" Die Mädchen?[/color]

[center][h2][color=2e3192]Inspector Barry Lexington[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]Another day, another case, and another day wasting your life helping people who's already dead...great Barry, great...[/i]Inspector Lexington had been just around the block when a police cop pulled up beside him, asking for his assistence? For what? Some kind of accidente over at Miskatonic Universty. [i]So the old geezers have finally hit the bucket, finally![/i]

The sight that greeted Barry, however, was far from a sight to celebrate for; blood-soaked snow in a perfect sircle around the piece of cloth that lay in the snow. A body, what else could have it been? A practical joke, yes, but Barry was in no mood for jokes. Unless it was about those blacks from the South, always fun to poke them, not that they felt anything. [i]You're getting off topic again, Barry.[/i] Oh yes, the body.

[color=2e3192]"Inspector Barry Lexington, Arkham Police Department, get back from the body!" Who's in charge here?"[/color] Barry pulled out his police sign, a simple card with his name, rank and a police-star, showing it to any and all who might be looking for trouble. But it didn't take too long to see who was standing beside the body; an older professor he assumed holding a briefcase, and an old face he hadn't seen for a while. [color=2e3192]Well I'll be damned, August? What the heck are you doing here?[/color]


[center][h2]..?..[/h2][/center]

[center][i]It's all so clear, yes, so clear. At..At..Atki...Atkins yes, that was his name, yes! The sun rises, but he falls, big pool of blood, face crushed. I warned you, didn't I? Don't blame me, I tried to help you, but you didn't listen! Nobody does...except Them...claws for hands..trumpet for...no, I don't want to remember! Stop it! Silence...good, silence...

You, you're here. I know you're there, I see you. Memories from past conflicts, visions, sweat and holes in your head. I know you, I know how you feel...I need you...before It rises, before it consumes us all...I saw it, many years ago. 

They don't want me to tell, for they don't belive my words. Out of my mouth. Vibrations in the air. Without mass, without form and meaning. It's the truth, I know about it. Not outside here, never outside, always in my head. Toes, face, hands, no, never. 

He fell to the ground, but not alone. Some...thing, looking from afar...watching...planning...hoping. Stone Man doesn't believe, doesn't want to believe, but he will find the truth. Knight from the old land and man carrying blood underneath his hand, they will know too. A lady? She sees them too. Friend...

You see me, find me, help me. It's your only hope.[/i][/center]

Then the eyes opened, wandering around the square room. White fabric padded the interior, only one source of light and a small slit in the door, inticating a life on the outside. Alone, scared, and always remembering. It had been so long ago since the light had shined down, far too long.