"VICTORIA!" Emily screamed as she ran to Victoria. She grabbed Victoria's head and pulled it from the bath. Victoria lay motionless, but then began to cough and splutter. She opened her eyes to see Emily holding her. A scowl crossed her face. She pushed Emily from her.
"Leave me alone!" She shreiked. "I want to be with my daughter!" She tried to dive back into the bath but Andrew restrained her. Victoria wept bitterly.
"Eleanor, I thought you were my friend."
"I am your friend" Emily replied. "I'm doing this for you."
Emily called the hospital soon afterwards. They agreed to take her to a private ward, and would keep in contact. So Emily and Andrew were left alone in the house. Waiting for Victor to return. They sat in akward silence for a few minutes.
"Would you like some tea?" Emily offered politely.
"I would like that very much." Emily headed into the kitchen and began brewing some tea. A few minutes later she returned with a china cup. Andrew sipped it, and raised his eyebrows.
"I beg your pardon sir, but I have never been much of an expert in tea" Emily looked away in embarassment.
"Oh no! I actually quite like it." Andrew took another sip. "It's like nothing I've ever tasted before. Thankyou." Emily smiled at him. After that they sat and talked for a while.
"I'm sure you must have quite an interesting job." Emily began.
"Oh not really. I'm just a trainee, and I mostly sit in the office. I've had a few jobs, but nothing really major since they found that body in the graveyard." Emily nearly choked on the tea she had made.
"A-a body?"
"Yeah, some crook had bumped off some girl, poor thing. She was about the same age as I was back then."
"May I enquire, what is this town called?"
"Bradstone. Why?" Emily spluttered and coughed violently.
"Is something wrong miss?" Andrew asked.
"No, I just have some - unhappy memories of this place. But tell me more of this girl."
"Well, I first heard about it when some rich lord reported his daughter missing. Didn't seem to care that she'd gone at first, grunting about running off with some fancy man. But the days went by, and the lord got more and more worried. The Mrs was forever crying. Then we found her in the graveyard. She was in this little wedding dress, and she and a huge knife wound in her chest. It was dreadful. I was 18 back then, and she was about the same age. The family went loopy with greif."
"Did they ever catch the killer?"
"Nah, the crook got away. I tell you, if he'd been caught I'd have waltzed into that prison and strangled him myself." Emily thought she was going to cry.
"You alright?" Andrew asked again.
"I'm fine. Was this girl local?"
"Yeah, she's buried in the graveyard we found her in."
"What was her name?"
"Emily. Emily Green."
Emily smiled sadly at Andrew.
"The poor girl" she murmured.
"That was about seven odd years ago now. Uh, miss Eleanor, I was wondering if you would like to-"
"Yes?"
"Well I thought, as you were so interested in the girl, maybe we could visit her and all. Just as, y'know, a little outing. I could tell you some more, if you'd like."
"I would like that very much." Emily glanced at the clock. It was nearly seven. They had been talking a while. At that moment, Victor burst through the door. He had a look of joy on his face. In his arms he carried a little girl, in a torn dress, with cocoa coloured hair.
"We found her!" he cried.
