** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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England, County of North Yorkshire Port town of Whitby, Blue Bird Inn October 04, 1899, 11:36 a.m.
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Kaylee sat there and stared at the young waitress in bewilderment. Could it really be that easy? You could just ask witnesses?
"I was in the café that day too, you know," the young girl murmured. Her voice almost trembled with excitement, and the urge to chat could clearly be heard.
"Really?" asked Dr. Archer, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out his notebook and a pretty quill pen. "What was your name again, Miss...?"
"Kathrin Dougel. Or just Kathy," the young lady replied, pressing the tray flat against her chest and then stroking the white apron with her other hand, visibly excited.
"And you were well acquainted with Miss..." Kaylee faltered deliberately, frowning thoughtfully in the shadow of the cylinder brim.
"Clarence. Miss Millicent Clarence," Kathy added innocently, of course. "We work in the same café, but otherwise, we've had little to do with each other."
"I see. And what exactly happened three days ago? Did Miss Clarence behave differently than usual?" Kaylee asked, and Ben already had his pen ready to take notes.
Kathy's fingers twirled around the end of one of her pigtails while the young woman seemed to be thinking hard. "No, actually, everything was as usual. Milly arrived on time for her shift, and everything was normal until lunchtime. I remember that the church bell just struck at the twelfth hour. That's when the chaos started."
'Noon.Unusual time for a presumed dead man to be walking through a spa town,' Kaylee thought.
"I was wiping the tables. Suddenly, Milly started shrieking horribly. She even dropped the tea of poor Mr. Morris, one of our regulars..." The waitress shook her head energetically and condemningly.
"Milly didn't care about all the mess she made. She even knocked over a table in her tantrum and nearly scared dear old Miss Harris to death with her demeanor."
