[her normal handwriting, at the top of a full-size piece of notebook paper]

[fourstonewalls]

Damon Gant is dead.

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[strikeout erased beyond amateur forensics 101]

[fourstonewalls]

Dead. I do believe the meaning of the term is well-established.

Murdered, if you like. By some kind of creature.

I'm going up to confirm the body tonight. By myself.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

Where did it happen? What kind of creature?

I'm coming with you.

[fourstonewalls]

In the atrium of the medical wing. Something that looked like several creatures sutured together, with long claws.

I believe I just said you were not.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

So you're going to go by yourself? That's dangerous, Lana!

And I have a right to see him. He hurt me too, you know.

[fourstonewalls]

And what do you think you could do against a monster with giant claws and no compunctions?

Detective Badd will be sufficient backup.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

There are monsters all over the place, you know.

You're not trying to hide something from me, are you? I can handle it, I promise!

[fourstonewalls]

I'm not questioning your dedication.

This is my responsibility. I've asked enough of you as it is.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

FINE. If you don't want me there, I won't be there.

[fourstonewalls]

[No reply is posted, although particularly astute investigators might find a few notes labeled Ema with nothing else on them in the trash.]

[tasteoftruth.livejournal.com]

All we're going to do is confirm he's dead. It's not something you need to be a part of.

[scientist-skye.livejournal.com]

I'm a forensic scientist in training. I might be able to help.

[fourstonewalls]

The circumstances of his death are, I'm afraid, not at all in doubt. Merely the continuation of that status.