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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
[color=a6fef2]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center]  
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A seance? Sam wasn't exactly a psychic or spiritual medium. He may have had an attachment…maybe…but that didn't have to do with anything he hoped. He wouldn't call using a spiritbox or other hunting equipment a seance however. That was more of a ritual, an art, one he'd never initiated before but has done. He hadn't expected for Rhiannon to immediately start digging, nor that there were shovels around for them. He was about to use his hands before he'd learn the fact, but even then he couldn't help dig after Tony called him out. [Color=a6fef2]”Either way I was going to suggest this location. It has the least amount of technology around and is harder to spy on what we are saying.”[/color] He was about to mention the secret tunnels and how he'd hunted here before but then he'd be suspect #1 for Miguel if he'd died. 

Millicent joined in the digging party as Sam made his way to Tony to check his phone. He looked Tony straight in the eyes with as much resolve as he had. [Color=a6fef2]”I considered it yes, I also considered there may be someone out there actually trying to help us. The workers are scared of these people and are less likely to speak out loud to us. Hell even the temp ones are worried about some of the other permanent staff. So I trusted my gut and led us here.”[/color] Sam fished out his phone and pulled up the text message. The numbers didn't match. [Color=a6fef2]”See? No match. Not the same person, but tell me why yours says you KNOW what happened. What happened Tony?”[/color]

 It was about then that it seemed everyone's faces fell that were digging. No longer the sound of metal grinding against wet soil as a solid thud could be heard from striking something more dense than a coffin. Sam's expression tightened, his eyes shot daggers at Tony as if to say ‘we'll finish this line of questioning later’ before he made his way over towards the grave. He brushed away more of the soil and revealed that it was in fact Miguel. He started to check for some sign of how he'd died and noticed the dark bruising around Miguel's throat. He couldn't tell if it was hands, a rope, or what. But whatever it was, it was thicker than he expected…or as expected? Would that be the same markings [i]he[/i] would've had? Had he stayed long enough for the body to settle, had he not run away, would he have seen the same wounds on him?

Sam left those objects behind, left them in that forbidden place, but that's not how these things worked. That's not how attachments worked. He found himself taking deep breaths, following the instructions of Millicent as he had once before. He found himself wondering if someone else had paid his cost or if this was just a coincidence? More and more he wondered if there was no one else to blame but himself.