[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Westminister Hospital
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	Gerard was his still self as Mrs Wyndham retold of his transgression, as if he had done a fault that is entirely unforgiving. It may have been, but he thought it was well deserved. Still, he would rather not linger around and put up with her. The time wasted could better be used in the search for Millie. Still, they have not not exactly figured out where she had went off. 

	He didnt exactly get what Mrs Wyndham was implying, Millie couldn't be feeling that way towards him. It seemed that people are being sent the wrong message when he and Millie are together. He wonders if this had bothered her, it surely hurts her reputation. Before he could go on further he then noticed Mrs Wyndham switching his gaze to the man he just noticed came in. Kildragon, was the first that came to mind, a man in red and a scar on his face, an eerie resemblance from a memory in his past. This man was a contender for Millie's affections? Gerard had no reason to feel even a hint of resentment at the idea but somehow he was. And it wasn't only at the fact that he was the son of the man that put his brother to prison. 

	Gerard frowned at Emma's words about Millie, [color=a2d39c]"That it not true."[/color] he said a bit quietly than he usually would've, he says it more to himself than to anyone. He wanted this pointless meeting to end. Their opinions lost any sort of matter to Gerard, and there's no point in keeping up with this argument any longer. As they were angrily dismissed he followed the doctor out, the silence outside the room was more than welcoming to Gerard, not before he looked back and just slammed the door behind him. At least he thought he did. He does hope it was hard enough. 

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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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	Outside the Glimmeric Frances was observing Michael who finally got some help with another man to lug the dead body. It took her a awhile to notice the other one's familiar stance. She would definitely know a Talink when she sees one, and it seems this particular Talink is Beowulf's son. What an amusing coincidence, she thought, that he happened to pass by and be in this predicament by some cruel twist of fate. What was he doing here though? As far as the madame knows she has no scheduled dealings with the Talinks at this moment. Still, it was rather surprising to see one of them willingly doing some favor for the community, they would not otherwise unless there's some payment involved.  

	[color=f6989d]"I see you found yourself an able bodied helper, Michael."[/color] She greeted them as they passed the Glimmeric, a slight curving of her lips to go with it switching her gaze to Michaels and to Thalken.

	Inside the Glimmeric, Ruby was hanging out with the girls as they  decided to lighten the mood with some leisure time. It was much needed now with all the news of murders at the docks and was just pointless having them all be stressed out over it. "Eh tough luck for the lot of you." she uttered revealing her winning cards. As she hit her deck on the wooden table, the sound of grunts and disappointed sighs from her competitions had followed. "Bullocks, I almost had it." one of the girls threw her deck down as Ruby reaped the fruits of her victory from the wooden table and directly into her purse. "Well see if you do at the next round then." "Screw that, I'm not spending a single penny if I'm pitted against you or the madame." The room filled with a jovial air, it was something of a usual thing for the girls to get together like this in between mornings before they start work.

	 One of the girls happen to check on Sarah Ann that moment. And to her worry caught her in the midst of her sleeping fits. "Sarah? Are you alright?"  She rushed next to her bed, giving her a gentle shaking. "Oh, no." she placed her hand over her forehead to feel if she's burning up. One of them managed to take a peek inside the room. "What's wrong?" "Call the madam."  Seeing the shivvering girl lying on her bed gave her the signal and without another word she quickened down the stairs only to catch sight of Ruby in the room. She paced towards her "Ruby, have you seen Madame Frances?" she said worriedly "It's Sarah Ann. "