<div style="text-align: justify;">Joanna was, indeed, considering leaving. Maybe it had been a big, big mistake to just find a detective and blurt out what she had done. If he had a brain, he would probably turn her over to the police and then it would be over. She wouldn't be able to support herself, or help out back at home, everything would be ruined...<br/><br/>Despite her state of near panic, Joanna decided she might as well sit back down. She had been there, told him, and if the detective was any good, he would be able to track her down, anyway. So, she might just finish telling him. Falling on the chair Jonathan had pulled, the young woman took a deep breath and ran her hands over her now slightly paler face.<br/><br/>"...Allen", Joanna answered automatically. "You can take whatever you think might help", she completed, gripping nervously on the table. "I went to a party last night. I didn't really want to, but my employer said he really wanted me to go. There was... drinking, there". Here, the girl paused with a clearly guilty look on her face. "I didn't really think there would be, after all... it's not legal. But there was. They offered me some, and well... I thought it couldn't cause me any harm just to try it. I had never even touched it before. I don't remember much after that. I remember I said I wasn't feeling well, and someone offered me a room to rest. I think they took my shoes off, and then I don't remember. I woke up, and there was this man... I had seen him before, but I don't remember his name... he was by my side... and the gun... was there, too. So, I don't know, he might have tried something funny, and I wasn't myself, so I shot... but... I don't own a gun."<br/><br/>After these words, spoken alternatively very fast or with long pauses, the young woman took a deep breath. "I... are you going to turn me in to the police?"</div>