[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Westminister Hospital
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	Gerard gave a sympathetic look to the doctor, Mrs Wyndham is the ultimate test of patience. As someone who had to put up with that woman on a regular basis it's expected for even the most patient man to come unglued. Returning at the subject of Millicent, he bore a wary look as the Doctor's comment. As much as he hated to hear it, it was the most likely possibility. 

[color=a2d39c]"No sir."[/color] Gerard responded to the Doctor's initial query. [color=a2d39c]"It is very unlike her to be running off without a word. Nor without my..."[/color] Gerard paused, and later repaced his words. [color=a2d39c]"Without an escort sir. "[/color] A part of his job being the coach driver is to be his employer's protector, but more so he had taken it upon himself to stay by her side if she needs him to. It was indeed very unusual for her to leave him out if she were to go somewhere. It bothered him deeply, considering what had happened to her only led him to assume that she was some danger. 

Gerard recalled a very hollow Millicent when she came home that evening, the emptiness in her eyes, bloodied and bruised and delicate. Looking at Dr Graham, Gerard anstily retold the last time he saw her. [color=a2d39c]"I knew there was something wrong the moment I saw her bruised and with an empty look in her eyes. I stared at her yet she wasnt even there."[/color] Then he remembered Lord Rutherford escorting her, the ring from her finger, and what Cook had told him. Millie wanting to get rid of the possibility of bearing a child. He blurted it out to himself more than to the two men in front of him, word by word. [color=a2d39c]"He... did things to her. I wish I could've done something."[/color] He paused, as if exhausted and catching his own breath. He then turned back to the two men in front of him [color=a2d39c]"PLease, we have to find her."[/color]



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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 rested one hand on her hips, still maintaining an amused look. [color=f6989d]"That he doesn't."[/color] She could see the young man was not very fond of the attention. Though never truly meaning anything by it, the situation is more of an unexpected surprise rather than mere amusement, knowing the Talinks. [color=f6989d] "Regardless, It is help worth taking, he is very proficient."[/color] It was neither to ridicule or to compliment him, rather than a reputation known of his family.

That moment Ruby bursted out from the front door, and felt her grabbing her fore arm "There you are." Frances turned around to see a slightly tensed Ruby. The madame asked her what was wrong. Ruby lead her inside and up to the rooms "I think you need to check up on Sarah, the girls said she's been trashing in her sleep. " As they came in her bedroom one of the girls was trying to get a hold of her when she screamed and kicking the sheets. The madame put the other girl aside and sat on the bed where Sarah Anne was trashing. She was shacking her gently, pressing her hand against her cheek whilst muttered for her to wake up.