The Cosmic Mystery

Chapter 28: The Unicorn and the Wasp (Final Part)

I take some time before exiting the bathroom, I find my way to the sitting room where everyone else is gathered Agatha ready to give her spiel. As I enter most eyes find me, except for those of the Doctor who are drawn solely to the floor. I stand behind where Donna sits. She sits quietly eating her popcorn from a small tin in her hand, which she offers me without looking. I smile softly and take some placing it in my mouth waiting for Agatha to start.

        I know I should pay attention as she begins to talk, but I find my eyes transfixed to the back of the Doctors head. So badly; I want to meet his eyes, to understand what he's even feeling right now. Inside I feel my emotions raging through me, a pounding in my head rhythmic and strong, it feels like it might burst my head if I think about it for too long. So I don't, instead my hands find the back of Donna's chair, and I listen closely to Agatha.

        "You've never met these people, and these people have never met you. I think the real Robina Redmond never left London. You're impersonating her." Agatha accuses the brunette woman in the corner. She acts offended shaking her and scoffing a short laugh, as if calling Agatha ridiculous. I see right through it though, I had seen it in her from the beginning. A sharpness to her appearance and the way she spoke.

       "How silly. What proof do you have?" She says as she leans back in her chair, laughing as if Agatha holds nothing but accusations.

       "You said you'd been to the... toilet." Agatha says, her voice tilting slightly as if she finds it's distasteful.

        "Oh, I know this. If she was really posh, she'd say loo." Donna says holding her hands up in a faux posh manner, a light hearted tone in her voice. I smile at her actions, finding comfort in the familiarity of her humor.

        "Earlier today, Miss Noble and I found this on the lawn, right beneath your bathroom window. You must have heard that Miss Noble was searching the bedrooms, so you panicked. You ran upstairs and disposed of the evidence." Agatha says as she shows off the tool kit, I find myself impressed by Agatha and her ability to connect dots I didn't even know where there. Granted I wasn't there when it was found but still.

         "I've never seen that thing before in my life." She says scoffing, though her demeanor is failing her. She seems nervous, her fingers twiddling amongst themselves as she glares at Agatha.

          "What's inside it?" Lady Edison asks, her mouth partially covered by her hand. Still reeling from the loss of her son, my heart pangs for her.

          "The tools of your trade, Miss Redmond. Or should I say, the Unicorn. You came to this house with one sole intention. To steal the Firestone." Agatha says as she opens the box, displaying the contents to everyone in the room. The woman finally seems to relax, her mask of perfect calm falling. The unicorn comes out in full force.

        "Oh, all right then. It's a fair cop. Yes, I'm the bleeding Unicorn. Ever so nice to meet you, I don't think. I took my chance in the dark and nabbed it. Go on then, you knobs. Arrest me. Sling me in jail." She says in a cockney accent, standing from her chair and confidently gallivanting around the room. Though I can see she's nervous, her hands bunch nervously at her sides as she stares everyone down. After a moment she pulls the necklace out of her dress line and tosses it to the Doctor who catches it with ease. I force myself not to look at him, pushing the emotions back down.

       "So is she the murderer?" Asks Donna, with a mouth full of popcorn. Her interest in this is almost comical, despite her lack of ability to understand what's happening. I find myself right there with her.

       "Don't be so thick. I might be a thief, but, well, I ain't no killer." She says, resting a hand along the back of the fathers chair, who eyes her conspicuously and almost accusationally. I find myself eyeing him, once again feeling a sense of uncomfortability around him, something's not right with him.