Linda’s hands trembled when she set her cup and plate on the table.<i>This isn’t happening. It’s the pills. A bad trip, that’s all. I should never’ve trusted Makori. Oh, I’ll give it to him when I get back.”</i>She heard the distant drum of footfalls racing up the stairs. A glass shatters somewhere, and Linda registers the sound through a haze.<br/><br/>“Liv?” Linda’s bottom lip trembled and she turned towards the door, following Clark’s example at a calmer pace. She climbed the staircase, almond eyes fearfully locked to the top of the steps. “Liv?” Her voice quivered. “Stop that…It isn’t funny anymore.”<br/><br/>The doorway is empty. Clark must have gone inside, and Linda hesitantly approaches. “Oh god! NO! It’s true!” There are no tears in the Asian eyes, but the pretty features contort in grief when she sees her sister. The pillow is there, just like Millie described it. And the food. And Oh God, there is blood…<br/><br/>She doesn't notice anyone. Even Clark's shape had become a blur... But as long as she lived, Linda would remember that last image of her sister, her still body amidst the evidence of murder, so much like a broken doll.<br/><br/>"She's so beautiful." She murmured mournfully.<br/>