<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Darkaggy.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Home<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Elizabeth (unconscious), Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>The reassurances she gained were enough, her focus was now her injured friend.  A litter was formed and two of the brawnier Gamorrites in the crowd stepped forward to lift Elizabeth effortlessly from the ground.  Agatha stayed by her friends side the entire way to the good doctor’s practice.  A runner had been sent ahead and the doctor was waiting to receive her. Agatha knew much about the human body having, in the past few years, become intensely interested in the human form.  Her knowledge did not however extend to the healing of said body so with all of her brilliance and intelligence she felt decidedly impotent and helpless.  She fretted about Elizabeth until she felt someone gently yet forceably from the room.<br/><br/>“You can’t do anything for her ma’am.  The Doc will take good care of her.”  She heard someone say and knew the words were truly spoken.  So she stood outside the door that lead to the little room where the doctor worked on Elizabeth and she paced.  Back and forth she worn a worried path across the door.  What had Oswald said?  He had hinted that they may be in danger.  Was this what he had meant?  Did that mean she was in danger?  Was Onneca in danger?  Onneca?!?  She was alone at Agatha’s.<br/><br/>Agatha paused mid step dread creeping over her.  She had to get home, now.  Long skirts gathered in her hands she bolted from the Good Doctors and raced into the streets towards her home.  Soon her legs and lungs began to burn. Agatha Dunwich wasn’t a strong woman, but she was born of sturdy Irish stock and she ignored her bodies protestations at the saddened and shocking exhertions she was putting them through as she raced through the streets towards the edge of town.<br/><br/>She wasn’t sure how long she ran.  Her body certainly ached, but fear drove her forward like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.  It seemed like long road where her home lay stretched out before her ever farther away with each step.  There was a light on in the living room and a shadow could be scene.  Forcing her legs to place one bounding stride in front of the other Agatha flew up her steps and clutched at the door her chest heaving for air as grasping fingers finally turned the doorknob and she rushed in wild eyed and flushed looking for any sign of Onneca.<br/>