[This isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't happening...
Those words run through his head like a mantra as he dashes back into the house. Sprinting up the stairs he stumbles on the last few. Latvia picks himself up and staggers into the drawing room looking around frantically. They still hadn't found anything to identify the mess of random body parts, he can still tell himself that wasn't her but really, who was he kidding?
As distraught as he was, he still had to find that important piece...]
Latvia → Thursday → Drawing Room → 10:30am
Those words run through his head like a mantra as he dashes back into the house. Sprinting up the stairs he stumbles on the last few. Latvia picks himself up and staggers into the drawing room looking around frantically. They still hadn't found anything to identify the mess of random body parts, he can still tell himself that wasn't her but really, who was he kidding?
As distraught as he was, he still had to find that important piece...]