I open my mouth to speak, but the obnoxiously loud knocks distract everyone. Laurel opens the door to allow Donovan and Benen to enter. They stare at Audrey and Laurel before looking at Sophie and me pacing about- then at the photos of the crime scene on my desk. Donovan begins to question everything, but shakes his head. "What have you come up with now?" he asks instead.

As Audrey catches Benen and Donovan up, I begin pacing again- a rather bothersome habit it has become. "A lousy attempt to change their appearance, but why is that?" I mutter to myself as I beging pacing faster. I suddenly shake my head vigorously. No. If they only were murdered now, I recite mentally. Then that means their disguise lasted quite some time. "But then that means that one of them only did something small to their appearance. The other changed their appearance entirely." Loudly, I exclaim, "Because the other one was being pursued!"

Sophie raises an eyebrow momentarily, but after staring at me, her eyes widen in comprehension. Realizing that there were four other teenagers in the room, I say, "I was thinking about how feeble their disguises were- just dying their hair. But then again, if someone only killed them now, then that coverup must've lasted for awhile." I pause, letting my words sink in. Shaking my head, I continue, "But for this to work completely, one of them was to dye their only, since they didn't have much of a backstory. But the other one- they had to change their appearance completely."

Sophie nods. "And whoever was pursuing them was the killer then," she breathes out, her eyes still wide in realization. Suddenly, she narrows her eyes. "But which one? There's the husband and the wife."

"Obviously it's the wife!" Donovan shouts. "The husband was the one who survived longer!"

Audrey shakes her head. "That's horrible evidence." She then rolls her eyes. "Now I can see why Sophie and Fitz are the leaders and not anyone else." At this, Laurel and Benen can't help but nod.

Sophie and I smile briefly at them before returning to our uncoordinated pacing. A few more seconds of silence pass when I ask out loud, "Sophie, do you have your computer?"

"Yes, it's on my desk. Why?"

Not saying anything more, I rush to her desk and open her laptop. I then type "Michelle and David Graham" into the search engine. When the images of their marriage show up, my eyes narrow in search for the photo of them with family. There, I compare Jacob's face to David's. Same face structure, same light brown hair...

But then they had different eyes. Green for Jacob, and hazel eyes for David.

"So that means that David was the target..?" Sophie asks. "And Michelle was caught in between?"

I didn't realize that she came up next to me, so my body muscles tense up. I sigh and look at her. "It seems so," I whisper to her in agreement. Then to the others, I ask, "Do any of you practice art?"

The Altruistics raise their hands, nodding in excitement. At this, I nod and say, "We'll need those skills later today. Everyone come into my room after lunch." I glance at the clock on the computer. "It's almost six," I say to myself. "So that'll be in at least seven hours."

Laurel squeals excitedly. "We'll need to ask Mr. Wallace for art supplies now!" With that, she rushes out, Benen running after her. I smirk when I hear Laurel scream, "Art!" from the other side of the door.

Audrey and Donovan turn to Sophie and me. Donovan smirks. "What do you want us to do?"

I laugh. "You know us so well, Donovan." I furrow my eyebrows in thought. "Ask Mr. Wallace for two folders on Jacob Grahams. One of his military and medical reports, and one on him in general. We'll need some information on him."

"Is he a suspect?" Audrey presses further.

Sophie merely shrugs. "Maybe," she says vaguely, smirking victoriously when Audrey proceeds to pout. "But Fitz is right, we'll need those folders." After a moment of silence, she asks, "After that, can we trust you to be with Laurel and Benen until we finish up our research?"

Donovan nods, a sly smirk growing onto his face. I restrain myself from throwing a book at him as they both leave Sophie's room. I glance over at Sophie, and I feel like she wanted to the same.

When they leave, I go into my room to grab my laptop. Returning into Sophie's room, I sit myself on the floor and open up an electronic notepad. I then open a new tab and type in our victims' names. Once again finding the image with Jacob in it, I try to take some notes down. 'Jacob has green eyes- David has hazel.' I frown, wondering whether or not I should add that contact lenses are in use.

Sophie sits down across from me with her laptop. "Should I ask what you're typing right now?"

I smirk at her. "Just some notes on how different Jacob looks compared to David." I put my computer aside and lean back a bit, staring at Sophie. "It just makes me wonder that if David does have green eyes like his brother, but began wearing contact lenses, does that mean he was being pursued before he married Michelle?"

Sophie's eyes widen as she leans forward, pondering my question. "That would be sad, wouldn't it? If Michelle found out about this, she would've thought that all of their memories were a lie."

At this, I stare at her solemnly, which causes her to straighten up slightly, but she doesn't look away. "But she's dead now. And she died before her husband. Personally, if that were the case, then Michelle would've left David long ago, don't you think?"

Sophie nods as she inches closer slightly. Pointing at me, she asks, "Well, what do you think?"

I suppress a sigh since I realize that she evaded my question. "Actually, Sophie- I think that David told her, maybe even warned her to get away while she could. But then again, look at the photo of them becoming married." I show her my screen. "They're so happy. That can't be faked." My gaze into Sophie's eyes harden. "Maybe other things were fake, but at some point, that feigning would become true feelings and emotions. It's almost impossible to not be overcome by the emotions they're trying to fake."

Sophie's eyes soften at my words as she continues her part on our staring contest. "Then why did she stay? She got killed in the end." She sighs, her features relaxing ever so slightly. "Love causes people to things they'd never do regularly."

I can't disagree with that. "Like die for the other." I purse my lips together. "That's why love is the most dangerous of them all."

With that, we drift off silence. I first thought it was silence, but then realize that both of us fell asleep.

...

The boy finds himself standing in yet another dark area. This time, though, there seems to be holographic chandeliers hanging above him, casting faint, white light upon him. He then looks both ways, only to find nothing else. No doors, no rivers, no teal-colored bricks.

No voices urging him to pull the string.

But then, when he looks forward again, he sees an art easel, complete with art supplies and a blank canvas. A stool also is there, practically calling out the boy. Of course, the boy goes to the easel. He cannot explain why; he just wants to.

He then picks up what he thinks is a pencil. Looking at the blank canvas, he wonders whether he should draw something.

No, not a something. A someone.

So he begins. It's as if his mind already knew that he was going to draw a person. A male, to be exact. With green eyes and brown hair. A bit of stubble on the bottom of his chin would make the person more realistic, so that's what he does.

It's as if whatever he pictures in his mind, he draws effortlessly onto the canvas. Like a projector.

So he keeps on going. He wants to project the full image.

Skin is slight tanned, but not too tanned. Rather bushy eyebrows, as expected of a full grown man. But the hair also has a few strips of blond, to make the hair more natural. Like one parent had brown hair and the other had blond.

A few more minutes pass, and the boy is done. He looks at the picture he just drew, feeling rather satisfied with the final outcome.

When he glances over the easel, he sees two teal eyes staring back at him. As if they were waiting for him to finish. The boy this it's a person, but only the eyes are visible. He doesn't regard the unnatural color of the eyes; he grabs hold of his finished masterpiece instead. He looks up again, only to find that the eyes have also grabbed something.

He blinks once. 1...

So do the teal eyes. 2...

Then they show their pictures.

And they're the same thing. Exactly the same.

Suddenly, the room is enveloped in white light, hiding the teal eyes as well. The boy searches for the teal eyes, but can't find them. The white light glows brighter, causing the boy to close his eyes as well. After a few moments, thought, the boy opens his eyes to see the area be enveloped in darkness yet again.

Even still, the first thing he notices is that the teal eyes are gone.

Second thing he notices is that the drawing of the man is also gone.

...

I open my eyes to hear someone knocking impatiently on Sophie's door. I stifle a yawn as I stand up. Stretching my back, I walk to the door and open it after musing my hair a bit. I become more awake when I realize that it's Audrey and Donovan, and they have two folders. "We knocked on your door earlier, but no one answered," Donovan explains as the two Sovereigns hand me the folders. "So we hung out peacefully, might I add, with Laurel and Benen. And we decided to try again. This time you answered."

I nod. "Thanks for the files," I say, running a hand through my hair again. "We did some more research, but-" I pause, suppressing another yawn. "But we accidentally fell asleep." Sleepily glaring daggers at the two, I ask, "What time is it?"

Audrey laughs first. "Almost noon."

My eyes widen at this, and I look over my shoulder to see Sophie still asleep. Glancing back at them, I nod. "Alright then. Tell Laurel and Benen to bring their art supplies with them as they come up to my room. And we'll have to go down to the conference room to eat lunch anyways."

They nod and walk away as I close the door. Turning around, I close both of our laptops and return Sophie's to her desk and mine to my desk, along with the two folders. Afterwards, I carefully and gently carry Sophie and place her on her bed. Then I go and wash my face to truly wake myself up.

Changing in grey pants and a navy blue shirt, I walk back to Sophie's room only to find her bed empty. When I look to my left though, I see an awake Sophie braiding her hair in a braid before smoothing out the navy blue dress she decided to wear. She sees me, and stands up as well. "I'm guessing that we have to go down for lunch, and then come back to your room?" she asks.

My expression must signify that she's spot on since she smiles gently. "Yes, and Laurel and Benen will be bringing their art supplies to my room." I then smirk at her. "Also, while you were asleep, Audrey and Donovan brought back the folders on Jacob Grahams. We should probably look at them."

Sophie smiles, then looks at the clock. "Well, we've been here enough. We should go downstairs for lunch, since everyone skipped breakfast." I smirk at her as we both exit her room to see the others.

...

After lunch, the six of us make our way back to my room. I quickly unlock the door and carefully swing the door open, holding it so the others can enter. After everyone had come into my room, I close the door and walk towards my desk. Picking up to the folders, I give one to Sophie and open the other. The picture of Jacob in the corner tells me that I have the folder regarding Jacob's background. I then reach for the folder about David and my laptop, preparing the photo of David on each thing.

"Seems like you did some cleaning after the last time we came in here, didn't you?" Benen asks as he and Laurel set up their easels. They prop up their canvases and organize their art utensils.

I nod, which earns a laugh from the boys. "I don't know about you two, but I'd rather be in a room where it doesn't look like it was hit by a hurricane."

Donovan laughs. "Wait until you see my room, then."

Benen groans. "I went in there once. It was more like a flood than a room." He smirks. "I don't think my feet even touched the floor with all the things on the ground."

"It's not that bad!" Donovan exclaims, putting a hand over his heart in mock offense. Even still, we can't help but smile. I mentally take note to be cautious when visiting his room, if I even want to.

I shake my head. "Alright, Benen and Laurel-" I pause, showing Benen the picture of David in the folder and Laurel the photo of the male victim on the laptop. "I'll need you to draw the outline of David- but don't do color yet. Understand?"

They nod in silence, then begin.

In the meantime, I near Sophie and ask, "You got the military and medical reports, I'm assuming?" She nods, and I say, "I'm going to be reading Jacob's file regarding his information in general. Once you're done, we'll switch files." Once I finish my instructions, I raise an eyebrow at her, silently asking her if she comprehended.

"Sure, but what if I finish before?" she asks.

I smirk at this. "Then it'll be the other way around. But trust me when I say that you'll be finishing later." I point out how filled her folder is compared to mine. Smirking again, I turn away and walk back to where I was standing before. Opening the folder, I look at the photo. Green eyes, same facial structure, brown hair, I note to myself. 43 years old. Never settled down with anyone, and doesn't seem to have any previous girlfriends worth noting. So that means the possible 'jealous ex-boyfriend' motive is unlikely now. I look at his education next. Never finished college, only a college junior. Quit to join the military. Average student in high-school- more towards the athletic side, but not a jock. So no degree of some sort, but athletic. I then roll my eyes at the next part since I've been reminded of this multiple times. Dismissed from army after losing right arm. In army for almost five years. After that, the file ends.

I sigh, closing the folder with some exasperation. I then look over at Sophie, who still seems to be reading. I direct my gaze towards the Sovereigns who are making their boredom evident. Walking over to them, I say, "I also need a photo of the Grahams family when they were alive. Parents, too. It would be most helpful if it were a family photo with the two brothers as kids. May you ask Mr. Wallace for a photograph or two?" I smirk when they nod, rather eager to be doing something other than sitting around. Once they leave, I ask loudly, "How are the outlines going?"

"Almost...done..." Benen mutters, his eyes narrowed as he concentrates on finishing. Laurel doesn't reply to my question- only draws.

I'm about to turn around when someone taps on my shoulder. I swivel my head around to see Sophie holding the file of the records out to me. Smirking, I take her file and give her mine. She then whispers to me, "What did you ask Donovan and Audrey to do? They seemed rather eager as they left."

"I asked them for a family photo, specifically with the parents and the two brothers as kids," I explain. "This way, we'll be able to see if either parent had blond hair, and what color their eyes were."

"Makes sense." Sophie begins to turn around, but stops. "By the way, Benen and Laurel finished; they were just waiting for us to finish talking."

At this, I turn towards them. Sure enough, both Altruistics were finished sketching and were waving at the two of us. I smirk, trying so hard to ignore the smirk on Benen's face along with his raised eyebrows. I'm about to say something, but hear the knocking on my bedroom door. I smirk as I open the door to reveal the two Sovereigns with a couple of photos in their hands. I can't help but say, "Right on time."