[Okay, so I made some changes to the previous chapters. I've been really busy with band and school work so I'm not sure if the changes fit in as well as I'd like them to, but this whole story is a work in progress. I will periodically go back through and make more changes, maybe rewrite a few chapters so they make more sense. Thank you all for taking the time to read this!]

Your senses were slowly coming back to you. The ringing and pounding had stopped, thank god. You could hear someone talking.

"What did you see? What happened?" It was Celine.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. She was kneeling over you, looking almost panicked. You must have fallen when you passed out.

"There was... there was a man. H-he was digging?" You had trouble speaking and collecting your thoughts. You tried to sit up, but immediately the room began to spin and you fell again.

"What? That doesn't answer anything!" Now the seer sounded disappointed. She stood and began to pace. You were really starting to dislike her. "You need to go back! Go back, now!" Her yelling was making your head pound. You closed your eyes again.

The door banging open made you flinch. "What the shit is this?!" Abe yelled. You groaned and covered your ears. "What did you do to her?!" You heard and felt him crouch down next to you.

"Get out! We're not done here!"

"Celine, I think this is quite enough!" You opened your eyes when you heard Damien. You watched as he strode across the room to join the detective by your side.

"It's enough when I SAY it's enough!" She screamed, slamming her hands down on the table. Your head really didn't like that. You groaned again. You could almost still hear the rhythmic pounding and the ringing. You never wanted to go through that again.

You feel hands pulling you up and you heard Abe say, "C'mon, partner, let's go. Come on, hurry it up!"

The second you were on your feet, the room began to spin again and you did your best to hold on to the detective. After a moment of struggle, he picked you up bridal-style. You tried to call out to Damien, but no sound came out. He gave you a look of regret before continuing his argument with Celine.

"What did she do to you?" the detective mumbled once the two of you were in the hallway. Your headache and the disorienting feeling were slowly starting to fade, but you still had trouble collecting your thoughts. You hid your face in his shoulder and didn't respond.

Carefully, he carried you down the stairs. "Butler!" he called out once you reached the bottom. You flinched at the loud noise.

"What? What is it? Oh my god..."

"Yeah, yeah. Can you get her some water? Maybe a wet cloth or something? Shit, I don't know."

You heard Benjamin run off toward the kitchen. Abe brought you to the living room and gently set you down on one of the couches.

"What did she do to you?" he asked again. "What happened in there?"

"I... don't know," you managed to get out.

Benjamin came back with a glass of water, a cold cloth, and some pain medication. Thank god. You gratefully took the water and medicine. Abe held on to the cloth until you were finished drinking, then laid it across your forehead. It felt surprisingly comforting.

"It was like I stopped existing for a while," you continued. The room no longer spun every time you moved, and the pain was quickly fading. "I was watching flashes of memories on a screen or something. Most of them were normal, just things I had seen throughout the day. But the last one... the last one was different."

"How so?" asked the detective, while Ben stood off to the side, listening intently.

"It was the chef, but he was with a man I've never seen before. They were out in the garden, I think? And the man was digging. He was saying something about how employers come and go, and some just happen to die. He sounded happy about it, actually."

"That mean anything to you?" Abe turned to the butler.

"Yes. Well, maybe.... no, sorry."

"Spit it out if you've got something!"

"What's going on in here?" the chef asked, stomping into the room.

"It could be our groundskeeper, George," the butler continued. The chef gave Benjamin an angry look, but the he kept talking. "But he only works on weekdays!"

"Looks like your buddy might disagree with that," you said, pointing at the chef. He looked nervous about something.

He tried to defend himself. "Uh, I don't know shit, girly! I work in the kitchen, not on the grounds."

"Chef, if you know something, for god's sake spit it out!" You were again surprised by Benjamin stepping up and taking charge.

"Okay! Alright. Fine. George... George has been living on the grounds for years." The chef almost looked guilty about that fact.

"WHAT?!" Benjamin sounded furious.

"And you just now thought to share that information with us?!" shouted the detective. You closed your eyes. Even with the medicine, your head was starting to hurt again. "For all we know, he could be the murderer!" Lightening flashed.

"For the last time, stop saying that word!" Celine entered the room with Damien close behind. He looked upset.

"Look, George just tends to the grounds, man. He's a fucking hermit!" The poor chef was doing his best to defend the groundskeeper, but that just made Abe angrier.

"I don't care what the fuck he is!" he shouted.

"Please stop shouting!" you said, rubbing your face and sitting up.

Damien came and sat next to you. You grabbed his hand and held on to it like a lifeline. You didn't know what the hell was happening anymore. Damien seemed distant, "dark forces" were at play, and on top of that your friend was still dead AND missing.

"Look, all this arguing is getting us nowhere. Just go outside and talk to this George and be done with it," Damien said.

"Wait, you're not coming with us?" you asked.

Damien gave you a look of regret and guilt. "I'm sorry, I need to... stay with Celine."

"I don't need your help!" she snapped. He flinched and looked hurt.

"Actually, Celine, I might need your help."

Damien looked at you like you were crazy. Asking the seer for help was the last thing you wanted to do, but you were trying to think of the good of the group. You were missing memories. If anyone could help you remember, it was Celine.

"What?" Even she looked confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" asked the detective.

"I can't remember anything from last night! I might have missed something important. Something feels wrong about this whole thing and I'm determined to find out what!"

"Let's just interrogate George and get this all over with! You shouldn't have to go through whatever all that shit was again," Abe argued.

"You're a detective! You know the importance of knowing all the facts," you shot right back. "Celine, will you help me?"

"Of course."

You nodded, then let go of Damien's hand and stood.

"Alright, let's go."