[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor
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	As Abigail swung the door open what they saw was far from what they initially expected. Everything seemed to be in order, far from the messy state of the first floor office. Gerard followed Abigail and the constable inside the bedroom. It was the first time he had ever set foot inside Millicent's room, let alone saw it from the inside. It made him slightly nervous, as if he was intruding her own personal space. He tried not to look around too much while he wipes the small beads of sweat forming on the back of his neck. It was rather surprising, and almost didn't feel like they were inside a lady's personal bedroom as the interior alone didn't look as such. Everything was so simple and plain, except for the impressive collection of books and weapons and training gear displayed on the sides, for a second Gerard thought they entered the wrong room and instead was inside the bedroom of a studious young man. But then again around every corner, was very much like Millie he thought. It was baffling to think a woman would live in such an unconventional lifestyle but to, Gerard Millie's special that way.
	
	At one corner of the room were Millie's art works. Gerard went over and viewed her works. Millie has always been really good at art, she has the talent and the potential to be recognized. What he likes most is watching her comfortably sat down while she works, immersed at what she does which Gerard never fails to smile at the wonderful sight.

	 His eyes scanned from one picture to the other, staying longer at the unfinished sketches of her mother. He only knew Chatherine through Millie's own stories and Gerard could tell the yearning in her voice as she reminisces. Gerard relates to that to a degree, never been coming home for years since he left have made him miss his own mother.
	
	His eyes turned to the artwork on the easel, he moved closer never leaving his look at drawing of himself. He didn't exactly remember when she took this, but it was probably the time she had caught him staring, looking up and giving her a smile as he always does. Abigail told what she'd went through just to get the color of his eyes right, Gerard couldn't help but smile softly at the story, but the truth in Abigail's words saddens him. Though he was never that guy who could light up a room, that never stopped him in doing his own way just to make her smile. With how much he cared for Millie he could give more, but in truth he can only do so much. 

	Gerard had to cut his own deep thoughts when the constable had a discussion with Abigail, to her surprise, of the missing screws of the window's latch. He walked away from the easel, and towards the window. He took a look at it, [color=a2d39c]"That explains how he got it then."[/color] Yet why did the perp left the bedroom in it's current, tidy state unlike the office downstairs?

 He nodded at the constable's suggestion of repairs. [color=a2d39c]"I'll make sure of it."[/color] His hand still cupping the jar, which he sooner just noticed, Gerard walked up to the nearest desk from where he was, and placed the flowers, newly contained and watered.