week two - friday - connor

[The temple may have been reset after the murders last night, but that doesn't stop Newt from trying to get a headstart on the investigating. Sort of. He can't really do much without any actual evidence, but based on the vision? The frozen pond in the west wing seems like the place to start.

There's nothing here—of course there isn't—but maybe the cold will jumpstart his brain into thinking up something useful.

So far, no luck.

He turns when he hears footsteps in the snow behind him. Ah, it's Connor.]

How much do you know about your own design?

[Also: Hi.]

week two - friday - nonon

[Newt was figuring the parlor would be empty today, given that there's no reason to be in here while the piano is out of commission. But, apparently Nonon had the same idea as him. When he walks in, she's just staring at the fallboard longingly. That's a big mood.]

Look on the bright side: The week's almost over.