The thundering of the footsteps from David and Goliath signaled their approach, and Angelo looked in their direction, his eyes starting to well up. "<span style="color: red">She's dead, David. Someone killed her. I don't know who, but this!</span>" He waved his hand at Obscura's body. "<span style="color: red">This was murder.</span>"<br/><br/>He placed a hand on his hip and wiped away what droplets had started to form at his eyes. He wished that someone had just played a very cruel joke and that nobody had actually died, but he knew that she was gone, gone forever. Angelo's face began to redden a bit, suddenly more angry than sad. Pearl's eerie voice and announcement only made him scowl. "<span style="color: red">And I think I actually do know who did it...</span>"<br/><br/>Agatha could only stare, completely mortified at Pearl's disconcerting eye contact. She suddenly was given an idea about who could have done such a horrible thing. "<span style="color: purple">No...</span>" she whispered to herself, so low and inaudibly that she had trouble hearing her own voice. She cringed when Pearl shouted through the barker, and her grip tightened on the pole. Agatha spared herself no shame and began to cry, and do it loudly, sadness and fear taking over and shaking her to her very core.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>