Travis was an early riser today.  Blame it on insomnia from trying to sleep somewhere else than his bedroom at home.  Not that he didn't love his mom, but it was nice to be on his own finally.  His roommate was still asleep when Travis brewed a pot of coffee, had a cup, and headed for the piano room in the basement of the Music Hall.  He was in the process of playing Debussy when his phone rang.  The text read<i>Campus Safety Alert, </i>followed by<i>CAMPUS MURDER</i>.  Then the recommendation that everyone stay in their dorms.<br/><br/>He was tempted to call his mother the homicide detective, but from experience he knew she wouldn't tell him much.  Certainly not over the phone.  She treated a murder investigation as classified information.  And if you weren't a fellow cop, you had no need to know what was going on with the investigation.<br/><br/>He could weedle details out of her, but it had to be face to face, at which point she would try to put pressure on him to move home.  But from Travis's point of view, he was safer on campus than he would be commuting to and from campus.  As long as he was around other people, the danger was minimum.  It was then that he had to remind himself he was alone in the piano room in the basement of the Music Hall.  Perhaps not the best place to be with a killer on the lose.  He got up and went to lock the door, to be on the safe side.<br/><br/>The next phone call came from his friend Larry, who spent waaaaay too much time on his computer, his radio tuned to the police band.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Dude, did you know they found Evelyn Dermot dead in the chemistry lab?  She was laid out like the other Porcelain Dolls. Do you think your mom will be handling the case?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"I don't know.  I hope not.  She'll be in my face to move back home.  I need to be around people, not that dark shit she has to deal with."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Where are you at now, Travis?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"In the piano room."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"In that dark basement?  Get out of there, man."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">"Later, Larry."  Travis hung up because Larry's paranoia tended to rub off on him.  He decided on one last melancholy piece from Game of Thrones as a tribute to Evelyn Dermot.  He didn't know her that well, but she seemed nice.  And she certainly didn't deserve to die at the hands of a sicko.<br/>
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After he finished the piece, he left, locking up the piano room and heading back to the dorm.</span>