[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/8bfe4de44140ed062d7b4ebdc40a815b/tumblr_og1mi12uF91utmdtuo1_400.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] The Museum
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

It wasn't like Jo to break down. She had her share of hardships in the past, sure. Family passing away, losing out on a role she desperately wanted. All had been dealt with. However, she had very few friends here. She had no one here to guide her or help her. She had those she had only been recently acquainted with, but she wouldn't strive to call them friends. If anything, she was merely along for the ride as a matter of circumstance.

But Haakon. Haakon was different. He was sweet, if a bit naive, but he was solid. A man she could trust wasn't here just to get the scoop on her or to land her in bed. She had entertained both ideas, sure, but he was different. And now he was gone.

Jo tried her best to pick herself back up but was thankful for the hands that brought her to her feet. She looked at the Lord Major in a new light. Perhaps it was her finally showing true emotion. She nodded her thanks and sniffled some more before allowing herself to be led back upstairs and away from the gruesome sight. It wasn't the blood that worried her. Or the fact it was a dead body. But a body of a dear friend? She couldn't bear that. And now she was in Egypt on her own.

She would find out the truth. For his sake.