After completing the investigation on how to fool a lie detector. David went to his room and threw a bunch of stuff in a box, then he carried the box up to the 3rd floor, opened up room 325, saw the bodies on the floor and dropped the stuff, spilling clothing and books across the bloodstained carpet. Then he started to panic, ran down to his room, and called 911.
“Hello, Arkham Emergency Assistance.”
“Oh my God!” David sobbed into the phone, “There’s been a double murder at the Kensingwood Dorm at Miskatonic University. I walked in on them and they were dead! Dead!”
“It’s all right sir, a police squad will be there right away. But first, what room was it?”
“Room 325.”
‘Thank you, and where are you?”
“I’m in me room, but I’ll go out to the plaza. Goodbye.” David sighed, a rumpled his clothing a little before he walked out to the plaza.
A few minutes later, two patrol cars pulled up, sirens wailing. Four cops jumped out, three of them rushed up the stairs, and the last one walked over to David and sat down beside him. “What did you see.” He said, taking out a tape recorder.
“I was going to deliver a box of stuff to them, but when I opened the door they were dead.”
“Who was dead?” The cop asked.
“Terry and Hugh, those were the guys I was giving the stuff to, they said to give it to them in that room.” David said, remembering the names from their driver’s licenses he had gotten from their wallets.
“Did you touch anything in the room?” The cop continued
“No. I did drop the box I was carrying on the floor.” David answered. The cop clicked off his tape recorder and stood up. “Hey, could you, uh take me too my room.” David asked. “My legs are sorta not working right now. I think I’m going to bed.”
David saw Kensingwood from the air, a green fog was billowing out of the windows and spreading across the campus, across New England, America, the Northern Hemisphere, the world, his view zooming outwards until he was in space. Suddenly Earth, now a light green marble, disappeared, leaving a just a slightly thinner bit of vacuum. He realized that he was breathing nothing, his blood began to boil, his lungs to freeze-dry, his eyes started to expand, he could feel the pressure building up from the inside. In seconds his eyes would explode and he would die. The cornea broke and he woke up in bed, in a freezing sweat. By the clock he had been asleep ten minutes, yet it felt more like 10 years. He put on some clothing, and went upstairs.
The doorway to the 3rd level was being guarded by a man in a brown suit with sunglasses and an earbug. He looked at David walking up the stairs in a T-shirt and pajama bottoms.
“Hey, dude, could I like get my stuff.” David asked, playing the teenager angle for all it was worth.
“Sir, your stuff is now part of a federal crime scene. It will be returned to you at the end of the investigation, and you will be reimbursed for your time.” The agent said.
“But like, dude, I need my stuff.” David pleaded
“Tough, now leave before I am forced to remove you.” The agent threatened.
David backed off, went downstairs and took a shower. He changed into a suit and tie, combed his hair back, and grabbed a notebook and camera, then he went back upstairs.
“David Chaise.” He said, flashing his driver’s license. “I’m a parapyschologist. I got a call from a couple of students that there was some sort of portal effect in the stairwell. I’m here to check it out.”
“Mr. Chaise, this is a federal crime scene, I am afraid that you are authorized to be here. Now leave. These murders supersede any call a student might have made.” Suddenly something exploded on the top floor, the agent turned, and dashed up the stairs and down the corridor.
Marta joined Saquina at the checkout desk. “What happened?”
“Little bastard set me up.” Saquina growled. “I have to talk to him. We need that access to the restricted section.”
They found him standing on a balcony about 20 feet above them, carrying an armload of books. “Stay away!” He warned. “I’ll throw these!”
“Elan, we need to talk.” Saquina called up.
“I don’t want to talk about our relationship! You’re too clingy! I think we should see other people!” He panicked, and tossed the books down missing them by a dozen feet before he ran off.”
One of the books fell open on a picture of a Roman Frieze, and for a moment Saquina though she saw the strange sign she had seen on the letter in the pattern of slaves doing labor on a Roman farm. “Whoa, strange.”
