<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)   <br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel stared through the door as though watching Julie-Anna walk away.  "She's so full of evil!  I can't wait to taste her,"  she sighed wistfully.<br/><br/>When he spoke, Muriel flashed Arman a befuddled smile.  "If he were meant to grow and mature, he would have done so, don't you think?  He is as he was meant to be.  As we all are.  As you say to Mariana, accept what you've become.  All of you struggle so much with that, when the only question left is how to proceed."<br/><br/>When the music began blaring from Cameron's room Muriel winced, her face wrinkled in distaste akin to pain.  The sound of doors slamming echoed through the house, dimming the music away.  "Is that music now?  What have they done to it?  I miss the drums and flutes made of bone.  A shaman used to come and play for me.  He had a beautiful voice.  I suppose it's too late to keep this cacaphony away?  Can we have a shaman instead?"<br/><br/>