Narrator 2: The suspects and investigators have been rounded up in a locked room. Nobody gets in or out, and it's only a matter of time before someone cracks. Lighting and thunder rumble and spark outside-
Narrator: Don't believe them, it's a beautiful sunny day. They're being theatrical.
Narrator 2: Get out.
*Narrator leaves*
Narrator 2: Good. Now, everyone sits on their chairs while Harry and William interrogate them.
William: On the twenty-seventh of May twenty three years ago, did you or did you not disguise yourself as an old man to rob antique stores?
Timmy: I- uh- no?
William: Are you sure, Timmy?
*Timmy has a look of pure guilt on his face*
Harry: You did, didn't you?
Gwen: If I may, what does this have to do with my mothers murder?
Harry: Nothing, we just hate Timmy.
Daniel: Timmy's here? I know it was you who took my damn pen!
Gwen: No, that was me.
William: Anyway! Who here has been in recently been in contact with Linda?
Gwen: I spoke to her yesterday, and found her body today.
Daniel: I spoke to her earlier today, about six in the morning.
*Harry and William are pacing in front of the group, rubbing their chins with their hands*
Narrator 2: The situation's getting tense. Nobody knows who it could be*
Gwen: Don' call me crazy, but I have something I must say.
*Harry and William turn to her, waiting*
Gwen: I saw an apparition of my mother, earlier today. She was definitely murdered, she told me so. But she didn't say who.
William: Alright. We have no proof. You can all go, we shall regroup another day or something.
Harry: What?! *He turns in outrage to William* My mother was murdered! We can't let these people go!
William: Yeah, but also, we can't prove who it was. Better to cut our losses, you know?
*Harry glares at William while everyone around them leaves*
*Harry inhales a deep breath, seething, and pounces on William, wrestling him to the ground.Someone slams the door to the room as they continue to fight*
