<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Upon shutting the door, Victor straightened and dropped the cloak over the chair Abia had been sitting in. “Maybe nobody. Maybe somebody.” He said, grabbing his shirt and pulling it on. “The same needs to be answered of all of us.”<br/>
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Realizing he was probably only causing more confusion, Victor waved away any response Abia may have had, and returned to his previous questioning. “You and Sarah were childhood friends? What is your earliest memory of her?”<br/>
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Victor moved to the window and peered out suspiciously.  He had thought his ruse intact, but recent events had caused him to fear he had been found out. </span></span></span>