Kathleen was sopping uncontrollably over Jessup’s dead body.  When Fritz placed his hands softly on her shoulder’s she jumped at the touched and turned around seeing it was the Witch Hunter.<br/><br/>“What Happened here?!”<br/><br/><br/>“He’s dead….my husband’s been killed.  We need to get the Dr. to examine.”  She didn’t tell him where he was at before going to look for him.  But in her heart.  She needed proof before she would point the finger.  For to blame Cytherea for this act of violence, she would think the world would stop spinning.  She got up and stood next to Fritz.  Crossing her arms over her chest she sobbed.  “Daniel must never see him like this.”  The lighting began to be come more violent.  There was a storm brewing and soon enough it began to rain, And hard.<br/><br/>~~~~~****~~~~~<br/><br/>Cytherea had fallen asleep with her needle in her hand and the dress in her lap.  The rain falling through the roof woke her.  She never heard the cry of Kathleen mourning the lost of her husband.  She didn’t hear anything.  She slept soundly.<br/>