Gerard busied himself physically by playing with a puzzle in his hands; it seemed to make sense, giving a satisfying<em>click</em>every now and then as he solved one part. His expression remained blank and cold as he repeated the puzzle again and again. For the most part, he completely ignored the presence of anyone else in there. Fault. Prejudice. Pride. All sorts of emotions mingled dangerously in his mind, tensions mounting in his own private little sanctuary.<br/><br/>The phone rang; a policeman, most likely. He was going to give consolations, no doubt, and explain what had happened to their sister. Gerard made no move to answer the phone.