Dr. Killgood lowered his head. “I-i'm sorry bishi-poo.” He placed his hands behind his back. “I typically write very detailed reports, but it just didn't seem fair to give you guys anything that a real autopsy report wouldn't reveal. You'll forgive me in time, right?”

	Calvin shook his head. “Without melting it down? No way. I can't say for sure what it was made of.” Calvin sighed. “I really should have been there guys, I'm sorry.” He dug his fingers into the podium. “I keep screwing up...”

	Bliss was shivering. Alice's voice made her jump a little. "I-I'm fine, Alice. Thanks for asking." She smiled across the court. "I'll make everyone something to eat once we're done here, you want to help?"

	Davis Growled at Caora. he was not showing as much patience as he did last time. "So let me get this straight." He said through clinched teeth. "You think Mondatta wiped up his foot prints because he was going to kill Krista? Our one beacon of hope in this shit hole!?" He thrust his sword towards the trap. "YOU MISERABLE CUNT!" His words dripped with venom. "Even if I could believe that load of horse shit, why the FUCK are ALL OF THEM GONE!?" Davis swung the sword into his podium so hard it shot splinters across the court. "Or are you saying Mondatta somehow rammed Krista's head into a wall without actually walking across the cave!? Or perhaps through magic maybe he WIPED UP HIS OWN FOOT PRINTS AFTER HE DIED!? It's because there are no footprints that it LOOKS LIKE THAT BITCH DID IT! AND WHY DID YOU RAID YOUR MOTHER'S MEDICINE CABINET? FEMALE HORMONES DO NOT BELONG IN A BOY'S BODY, YOU INBRED PIECE OF SHIT! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN TO EATING PROTEIN SUPPLEMENTS TO GET YOURSELF A TALENT WORTH BRAGGING ABOUT! HOW IS LOOKING LIKE A WOMAN EVEN A REAL TALENT!?"

	"Davis!" Bliss cried. "He's just a kid! Don't scream at him like that!"

	Perfection, apparently much more calm now, held his sword out in front of himself. "We are waging war on a murderer. Success means conquest, and failure means carnage." Davis sheathed his sword. "If the boy wants to play a man's game, he also has to endear a man's consequences." The infinite conquest turned to look at Cyrus. "I do find the stalagmite interesting, especially since Krista remembers seeing someone next to it. It's definitely worth taking a closer look at."

	Aleecia had been holding her hands over her ears to block out all the yelling. “Wait.” She turned to “look” at Davis. “You're going to consider the possibility that Krista didn't do it?”

	“I never said I thought she did it, only that most of the evidence suggested she did.” Davis folded his arms. “If what Krista says is true, than it's very possible that our killer's plan didn't work as expected. Which means explaining why the stalagmite was notched like that isn't a matter of figuring out WHY it was done, but WHAT it was suppose to do. So let's start considering that possibility and see if it gets you anywhere.” 

	“Because the killer got interrupted...” Aleecia looked at her E-handbook. “I'm sorry, I'm legally blind, and that roller coaster ride didn't help.” She looked up. “Can someone describe how it looks to me? The stalagmite and the cut.”

	Isaiah was the one to speak up. “It's quite a bit taller than a person. About a foot or so wide. Daimyon said he thought it looked like an ax made the notch. Something that could fell trees?”

	The blind woman placed a finger on her chin. “So like a lumberjack's wedge? Hmmm...”