It sounded like thunder... The kind without rain, gathering clouds far in distance. When it rumbled you knew the downpour was only a few minutes away. Only, perfectly sane people didn't scream "What the fuck" at a mere lightning storm. And thus, something weird had happened, something that dreadful. Something that warranted running. Pleased to have that worked out, Linda scurried to the top of the stairs and leaned over the railing.<br/><br/><em>Liv had been prettier</em>, she thought with aching clarity.<em>But then again, Liv had been extraordinarily good at anything she did. Poor Millie, to be second even now. </em>Once more the back of her hand trailed under her pretty nose, and Linda sniffed as details from the scene below became clear. Looks like she'd fallen. Liv would have liked that, Linda knew, to see Millie follow her even in death.<br/><br/>"She fucking fell down the stairs?" Descending those same steps, the petite brunette was careful where she planted her feet. "Clark... Did you see what happened?"<br/>