[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7900c075a8213d3c9b609d28ce5af1af/tumblr_oecucj7HCs1up42jgo4_540.gif[/img][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location[/color][/b]: La Hacienda - Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico [/center][hr][hr]	Cecily jumped a little, having not noticed Caesar come up to her. Truthfully, she could feel the anxiety attack coming on, with all of the strangers surrounding her in a situation she couldn't quite comprehend. She understood the basics, of course, but she had never been at a funeral quite like this one. However, it didn't feel appropriate to confess her own nervousness to Caesar. This was his daughter's funeral. It should be about him and his family, not about the anxiety of a guess. 

	[color=00ccff]"Yeah! Yeah, I'm good,"[/color] Cecily said, taking a little sip of the sangria. It was sweet, but it had been more of a reflex: have a drink in hand, take a sip. At least it didn't taste horrible - it was actually kind of nice. [color=00ccff]"How are you holding up?"[/color] Cecily then asked, deflecting the attention from herself onto him. She glanced over at just the right time to see Thalia crowdsurfing, from what she could tell, and people wearing wrestling masks. It was a stark contrast to the subdued and quiet funerals she had attended before. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d4a4335c1a91df84ca7ca36a83d611a/tumblr_inline_nv42wt2JDv1qki4lu_500.gif[/img][hr][color=99ccff][b]Location[/b][/color]: Justice Asylum[/center][hr][hr]	Iris smiled as she found the files, even though they were locked. It at least meant that they were able to be found and that she'd simply need to put in a request. She spent the next twenty minutes or so filling out the relevant forms to put in the request for the files - and humming along to Mariah Carey's [i]All I Want for Christmas is You.[/i] There had been enough sadness and darkness for the last twenty four hours, and in her opinion, it was never too early for Christmas music. She had fond memories of waiting up for Father Christmas as a child. 

	When the phone rang, Iris answered it quickly. [color=99ccff]"Allo, c'est moi,"[/color] Iris said, then listening to the other end of the line. [color=99ccff]"Yes, yes, please do send her up. I will meet her by Jaina Sarbye's solitary room."[/color] Iris then hanged up the phone and put on her game face. With a translator, she should be able to figure out how to better treat her patient. And perhaps, Jaina might have more information on Cynthia as well. She hadn't heard anything from the FBI agent since she messaged him earlier that day. She made a mental note to contact him during her lunch break with any new developments, before heading back the way she had came.