[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Green Park
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	The whole journey Gerard had to watch where he drives, Emma wont have the bumpy road ruin her meticulously fashioned hair. Gerard shakes his head at her every interjection, only responding with uncaring silence. Even at a time like this and with her own mother lying weak in the hospital, all this woman concerns about is snagging a husband. How selfish and dreadful he thought. Although knowing her own mother, it is imaginable that even in  Mrs Wyndham's incapacitated state, she would've been the first to call for the nearest, well dressed lord in the hospital for her daughter. 

	It baffles him, how can someone find comfort in marrying somebody whom they solely base on status and wealth? As if other qualities arent as important to them. Are appearances really everything? Gerard has a pretty simple, basic perspective on this. He may not understand how essential it is to climb the social ladder for these people. He always thought it so odd and shallow, that he would rather marry happy and poor. Although it is the life that he's gotten used to. He wouldnt imagine or comprehend living like a lord. 

	Hitting another bump on the road, Emma let out another dismissive reminder to watch the bumps. In a normal day Gerard would have voiced out an apology yet today hasnt been exactly normal for him. With anxious worrying for Millicent and nightmares provides little to no sleep, Gerard was feeling a bit out of sorts. Adding that to the disaster from Almack's the night before, he frets over what to come. To know if Milli was ok would be enough to lighten his worrying. But for now, he keeps his focus on the road, off the bumps if he'd want to stop Emma's constant squabbles. How much longer still would it take them to get there?

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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Frances Warwick[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=f6989d]Location:[/color]  The Glimmeric;
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	Frances was looking a rather good distance away just enough to see the body from where it halted. She took another inspection, this time a step away from the body and giving it a good nudging of her boot. He was lying laxly enough to tell it was indeed a fresh kill. True enough the first few hours of death could tell a very obvious difference compared to something more recent, she decided to agree on Michaels account. Though what could he be doing in the last four hours before his death?  

	And Frances would want to know exactly where the body had exactly rolled from. It could tell them  enough of what migh've happened. Sarah Ann could probably know though the girl has gone through enough than she can handle. From this standing point however Frances could not tell what caused this man's untimely demise other than his far from usual, washed out complexion. As if somebody had truly drained him of his blood. How strange. Could he had left a trail? That would be most convenient.

	Stepping back a few distance away she thought it would be best to have a constable deal with the scene though the boy who was suppose to get one hasn't arrived yet. Frances wouldn't hold her breath on it, it will take quite awhile for a lawman to be found in this part of the Strand at this hour and if some do it would be an early morning rendezvous. Lord Galloway's death doesnt concern her one bit, the fact that he was last seen leaving the Glimmeric and found within the area was enough to make her want to go into it. Unaware of what was happening beyond the area, she thought this indeed concerned her business, one of the girls could be blamed for his death or someone, something bringing danger is running amuck the streets. She feels like she has a lot to to explain to the constables if it ever gets to that point. 

	Frances insisted Ruby to check on Sarah, the constable in charge would probably have things to ask her. The madam would stay outside with Micheal, until the constable arrives the scene.