[hr][hr][center][img]https://s8.postimg.org/vanwock1h/ch2.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.giphy.com/ysdWiynMHbCSY.webp[/img][hr][@Nallore][@Witch Cat][@Pundii][@FantasyChic][@BlueSky44][/center][hr][hr][i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Fifth Floor[/b][/i] 

	Out in the small hallway there is no one to be seen. Photographs of Andromeda's ancestors, all the way back to the founding of Coventry, line the hallway. Their eyes seem to be looking down towards Emmie, either in pity or annoyance. It isn't quite clear which. Whoever slipped the note underneath the door is nowhere to be seen as well. They had already run off by the time Emmie got there. However, there is a small and colorful flyer on the ground. It's advertising tonight's performance for Cirque Anomaly, boasting a final act that is to die for. Stapled to it are five tickets for the show. 

	Back inside the Aldrich living space, Aloise and Hanson continue to bicker about whether or not to send Emmie home--wherever home might be. The pair of them are practically at each other's necks when Andromeda throws her hands up. [color=9999ff]"I'll go, then!"[/color] Andromeda said, marching over towards the door, only to be stopped by Hanson as well. 

	"Go check out that wardrobe, sis," Hanson requested. "We've got the kid covered." 

	[color=9999ff]"But she's traumatized and you two are arguing like insensitive assholes!"[/color] Andromeda hissed, evidently fed up with Aloise and Hanson's antics. The ex-marine blushed in embarrassment. Hanson simply rolled his eyes. 

	"I've seen shit--lost both my moms. Lost my bio-dad. And if we're gonna stop these deaths, we're sure as hell gonna need you to go check out that wardrobe," Hanson insisted, to which Andromeda simply sighed and nodded. The white haired woman left the fifth floor quietly, tiptoeing past Emmie. Emmie wouldn't be able to see her. 

	Once Andromeda left, Hanson, Aloise, and Keenan regarded each other. It was a triangle of mistrust, with Seraphina's corpse in the center of it. "I can't let him out of my sight," Keenan explained, nodding at Hanson. "He's a wanted man." Aloise sighed, but nodded. She didn't trust either of them. 

	"Well shit, man, the law doesn't say I need to be turned in now," Hanson chuckled. "How about you and me go catch ourselves a sniper, and Miss Hunter here can calm the kid down?" 

	Keenan glanced over at Aloise, who nodded. She needed to stay at the hotel for Liam's sake anyways. She wasn't about to lose two friends today. The unlikely trio then left the room, with the men dashing down the stairs and out into the lobby, and Aloise comfortingly putting a hand on Emmie's back. 

	[color=00ffcc]"Do you want to talk?"[/color] she asked softly. 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 2016[/color] - Cirque Anomaly[/b][/i]

	By the time Lilith has finished going through the journal, Strong has spotted her. He runs over, almost comically with his arms flailing out behind him, and gasps a bit as he reaches her. He may be good for strength, but he isn't good at sprints. He smiles queasily at her, before noticing the journal in her hand. He'd seen Folly write in it a few times before, having been in Cirque Anomaly long before Folly was born. 

	"Figured you could use some help, miss," Strong explained, looking sheepish. "I take it you're going to do it, then...Help them burn her." 

[i][b][color=9999ff]December 28th, 1929[/color] - Coventry Horrors, Attic[/b][/i]

	As Eudora circles the wardrobe, there are no obvious logos or anything. There is no indication of who made the wardrobe, and aside from what appears to be suspiciously like a scorch mark on one side, it is entirely unmarked. It is, aside from its obvious wonders, a perfectly ordinary wardrobe. There isn't even a helpful hint as to who constructed the thing! All in all, it must be rather disappointing. 

	"The thing's been here for ages," Fairfax offered helpfully, playing with his goggles nervously. "I can't remember when it was made--had to be after the fire, though. It's good craftsmanship." 

	At Eudora's request, Fairfax froze for a moment, as if petrified. His face then blossomed into a gigantic smile, as if he were a little boy on Christmas Day. "I thought you'd never ask, miss."