Here is part 2 ;)

Silly:
To mark a new tradition for the
group. ... One to be celebrated at
the first weekend of every summer
term.

A look of curiosity appears on the rest of the group’s faces.

Silly:
Firstly, a remembrance of those of
our group who have died.

A remorseful look appears on the rest of the group’s faces.

Silly:
Secondly, to make "The Nines"
strong again, by reinforcing the
roots that we came from.

Seeka stares at Silly with a disparaging look.

Seeka
"The Nines" do not need
strengthening. ... We have more
power over the school than the
principal.

A defensive look appears on Silly's face.

Silly:
We’ve become lazy. ... Relying on
our stature rather than actual
leadership qualities. ... And it’s
a leader’s job to keep their group
strong.

Seeka:
You’re a leader by default.

An angered look appears on
Silly's face.

Silly:
I’m leader because Salex was too
weak to defend herself! ... That’s
why she got killed!

A look of shock appears on the rest of the group’s faces.

Silver regains her composure and butts her way into the conversation.

Silver:
I don’t think that’s the best way
to reinforce our roots.

Silly and Seeka look at Silver and calm themselves down.

Seeka:
Well Miss Quiet has a voice then.
... You got some spunk for a girl
who’s only just got off the bottom
rung.

A sheepish look appears on Silver's face and she drops her head.

Silver:
I’m sorry for interrupting.

A defensive looks appears on Silly's face.

Silly:
She makes a good point though. ...
Arguing wont solve problems.

A questioning look appears on Sam's face.

Sam:
Then what’s the plan, Boss?

A slightly more relaxed look returns to Silly's face.

Silly:
Explore the hotel, relax, and just
talk about real life for a change.
... We have plenty of food and
drink, ... we’ll just take it in
turns to cook.

An uneasy look appears on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
We gotta do our own cooking.

A mocking look appears on Maxine’s face.

Sam:
Don’t worry Taurtis. We won’t make
you do anything that requires any
real effort.

Silly gets everybody’s attention again.

Silly:
I’ll show you guys to where all the rooms are, and then we’ll meet down here about 7:30 to sort out food.

INT.       HALL WAY 1      EARLY EVENING

A lamp lit oak furnished passage way with connecting stairs
at one end.
There are several connecting doors evenly spaced along the hall way.

Silver leads the group along the passage way.

Several are taking in the look of the hall way, but Taurtis, Seeka, and Chan look bored.

Silly is talking to Silver.

Silver
This place has a wonderfully unique
style about it.

Silly
Its a real winner with tourists for
sure.

Silly comes to a halt and points to one of the doors.

Silly:
Chan you can stay here.

Cham forces her way through the group towards the door.

Chan:
Good.

She opens the door, walks in to the room, and slams the door shut.

A look of unexpected surprise appears on Silly's face.

Shrugging off what happened, Silly carries on leading the others, and talking to Silver.

Silly:
I’m sure she’ll get more in the
spirit of things later.

INT.     BEDROOM 1.    EARLY EVENING

A small well furnished room with an adjoining bathroom.

An open overnight bag lies on the floor. Clothes are splayed around it.

Chan lies on a bed smoking a joint, staring non-chalantly at the ceiling.

Chan:
Fuck this "order of command* shit.

INT.     BATHROOM.    EARLY EVENING

A modestly sized bathroom.

The room is partially full of steam.
An upbeat Silly wraps a towel around her body as she hums to herself.

There is a muffled knock.

A look of surprise appears on her face.

Silly:
Hello?

INT.    BEDROOM 3     EARLY EVENING

Another well furnished room, somewhat identical to the others.

The bathroom door is open and Silly cautiously creeps into the room, scanning it for any other presence.

Silly clears the door.

An UNSEEN FIGURE’s hands throw a curtain tie over Silly's head, pulling tight at her throat.

With a wide look of panic on her face, Silly tries to loosen the throat hold with her hands.

The figure’s hands forcibly swing Charlotte towards the wall.

Silly slams hard against the wall.

Despite being dazed, Silly continues to fight against the unseen figure.

INT.    BEDROOM 1.    EARLY EVENING

Chan is flicking through a magazine.

There is a mumbled slamming.

Chan, a look of annoyance on her face, looks toward the far wall where the sound seems to be coming from.

Chan goes back to her magazine.

The mumbled slamming continued.

Looking even more frustrated, Chan drops the magazine, and gets off the bed.

She walks over to the far wall, and knocks on it.

Chan:
Stop fucking around in there!

INT.    BEDROOM 3.   EARLY EVENING

Silly, still being choked by the curtain tie, slams backwards against a wall.

The figure’s hands let go.

Free from the choke hold, Silly drops to her knees, coughing.

She rests herself against the end of the bed.

The figure knocks her face first on to the bed.

Silly lifts her head up and notices a lamp on her
bedside table.

She starts to subtly move herself towards the lamp.

The figure puts the curtain tie around her neck and starts pulling.

Choking, Silly tries to loosen the ties’ grip while also stretching out to reach the lamp.

The figure gives a strong tug on the tie.

A soft snap

Silly's head droops. Her face unresponsive.

INT.     BEDROOM 1.  EARLY EVENING

The mumbled slamming has stopped.

A look of frustration and relief appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
Finally!

INT.     LIVING ROOM.   LATE EVENING

Everyone apart from Chan and Grian is in the room.

They are all sitting in chairs and sofas seemingly bored.

Taurtis
Fuck me. This is getting
ridiculous.

Sam gives him an irritated look.

Sam
Just get over it Taurtis, she’s just running late.

A look of disbelief appears on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
Running late?! It’s almost 9pm. ...
I’m wearing away here.

Seeka looks at Taurtis with a smirk.

Seeka:
You know if you had half a brain
you could’ve sorted food out for
yourself by now.

An offended look appears on Taurtis's face.

Chan appears in the door, a lack of enthusiasm in her face.

Silver turns to her with a sympathetic smile.

Silver:
You haven’t missed food.

Chan seems unimpressed by this comment.

Chan:
Like I care.

A frown appears on Silver's face.

Chan walks over and collapses in a chair.

Chan:
So what’s the hold up?

Yuki:
We’re waiting on Silly to get
things going. .. but no-one’s seen
her for a while.

An astonished look appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
are you telling me that none of you
fuckwitts know how to cook a meal.

A irritated look appears on her face.

Chan:
Plus that bitch seemed to be having
quite a party of her own in her
room ... I’m more than happy if
she’s out the way for a while.

Yuki stands up.

Yuki;
I’ll get something going. ... At least we can all eat before tomorrow that way.

Seeka gets up.

A look of appreciation appears on her face.

Yuki;
Thanks Seeka.

Seeka:
Thanks for what. I’m just gonna
search out some alcohol.

Yuki leaves the room with Seeka close behind her.

Sam watches over them before getting up as well.

Sam:
I’ll go and check on our sleeping
beauty of a host.

INT.    KITCHEN     LATE EVENING

A large kitchen area with cupboards, multiple worktops, and a large washing area.

Yuki is scanning through a large open pantry full of food.

Yuki:
Yeah there’s definitely plenty of
stuff to work through here.

Yuki takes several packets and tins from the pantry and puts them on the work top.

She starts searching through some of the cupboards.

There was a outdoor scuffling

Hearing the noise, Yuki stops what she’s doing and looks round with a look of uncertainty on her face.

Yuki:
Hello?

There is no response.

There was further scuffling.

Yuki cautiously moves towards a door leading outside of the house.

Yuki:
Is there someone there?

Reaching the door, Yuki opens it slowly.

Yuki peeps her head out the doorway.

Yuki:
This is not funny!

All of a sudden, an undisclosed figure Grabs Yuki, rapping there arms around her.

Yuki yelps.

Yuki pulls herself back into the kitchen.

Yuki turns around and sees Grian standing in front of her.
A big cheeky smile is on his face.

Grian:
Surprise!

Yuki, with a look of annoyance on her face, shoves him backwards.

Yuki:
You Jerk!

Grian chuckles to himself.

Grian:
Oh cheer up. It was only a bit of
fun.

Yuki:
People sneaking around creepy houses just to scare people is not fun to me.

A slightly sheepish look appears on grian'sface.

Grian:
I’m sorry.

A slightly forgiving look appears on
Yuki's.

Yuki:
I’ll let you off. ... this time.

A questioning look appears on her face.

Yuki:
Where have you been anyway?

A nonchalant look appears on Grian's face.

Grian:
I just wanted a bit of a break from
the restof thr group. I decided to
look around the rest of the house,
and then I saw you.

A slight smile appears on Yuki's
face.

Yuki returns him a similar smile.

Yuki:
I appreciate the company.

Yuki softly holds his hand and gives him a loving look.

((J:*triggered*))

A look of frustration appears on Grian's face.

A look of concern appears on Yuki's face.

Grian:
Plus sneaking around seems to be
the only way we can actually be
together.

A saddened look appears on Yuki's face.

Yuki:
I just don’t want us to get in
trouble with the others. You know
the rules. ... No intergroup
dating.

An unwanted look appears on Grian's face.

Grian:
Or is that just an excuse?

A defensive look appears on Yuki's face.

Yuki:
You know that’s not true. .... I
just don’t want to lose what we
have.

Grian gives her a small smile.

Yuki turns back to the food.

Yuki
Well enough of all that. I’ve got
dinner to get ready, ... and you’re
gonna help.

Grian gives a grunt of dissatisfaction.

Yuki gives him a slight smile.

Yuki:
Remember this weekend is all about
reconnecting as a team.

INT.    WINE CELLAR.  LATE EVENING

A medium sized oak panelled room.

Hundreds of bottles of wine are displayed in rows of racks.

Seeka walks through the cellar, brushing her hands against the racks as she examines the wine on offer. A mildly impressed look is on her face.

Seeka:
Damn. ... They definitely know how
to cater for their guests.

She reaches the final rack, and examines it.
A look of disappointment appears on her face.

Seeka:
No fucking Vodka though.

Seeka turns back round.

A hidden figure stands in front of her.

Seeka stares at the figure with a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face.

Seeka:
Can I help you?

The figure pulls out a corkscrew.

A look of confusion appears on Seeka's
face.

Seeka:
The fuck?!

The figure thrusts at Seeka with the corkscrew, slashing her arm.

Seeka hollers out in pain.

She looks at the figure with her face full of agony.

Seeka:
What the hell is wrong with you?
You psycho!

The figure launches themself at Seeka's chest.

Seeka deflects the attack, but the corkscrew catches her on her waist, slicing at it.

Seeka yells out again, before slamming against the wall of the cellar.

The figure continues towards her.

Despite being in considerable pain, Seema manages to maneuver around the figure and head for the cellar entrance door.

Passing wine racks, she grabs bottles of wine and starts throwing them at the figure.

The figure seems to easily deflect the bottles, sometimes smashing them with the corkscrew.

Seema watches in panic as the figure continues their chase, seemingly unstoppable.

Seema is almost at the door.

Un-noticed, she suddenly steps on a bottle lying on the floor.

She loses balance and slams into one of the wine rack walls.

Scrambling to her feet, she dashes to the far end of the rack.

She heard the Faint pounding rock music.

She shouts towards the sound.

Seeka:
Help me! Please someone help me!
They’re gonna kill me!

INT.    LIVING ROOM.   LATE EVENING

pounding rock music deafens Seeka's cries for help.

Taurtis thrashes his head and body in time with the music.

Everyone else is trying to cover their ears. Their faces are full of discomfort.

Chan shoots Taurtis an annoyed look.

Chan:
Does that shit really need to be
that loud?!

Taurtis:
Pure rock should always be loud.

INT.   . WINE CELLAR.   LATE EVENING

The figure closes in on a petrified looking Seeka.

Seema continues to launch bottles at the figure.

The figure continues to deflect them.

With a look of last chance desperation on her face, Seeka charges at the figure.

The two wrestle for control, but the figure quickly overpowers Seeka and flings her face first against a wine rack wall.

Before Seeka can recover, the figure charges at her againwith the corkscrew.

The figure stabs her multiple times in the back.

Seeka yells out in agony.

She collapses to the floor.

The figure bends down to her.

They hover the corkscrew in front of Seeka's face.

Seema, wheezing, stares the figure in their eyes.

She spits blood directly at the figure.

Seeka:
Fuck... you.

The figure rams the corkscrew through Seeka's throat, killing her instantly.

INT.    DINING ROOM.   EARLY NIGHT

A large exquisitely decorated room with a large dining table in the middle of it.

Everyone apart from Seeka and Silly sits round the table, used plates and glasses in front of them.

Everyone apart from Sam, Taurtis, and Nikki look concerned.

An irritated look is on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
Well that’s gotta be the dullest
meal I’ve ever had.

Yuki turns to him with a frustrated look on her face.

Yuki;
I’m sorry that you can’t enjoy
anything sober.

A look of concern returns to Yuki's face.

Yuki:
...But right now I’m just more
concerned about the fact that
Seeka's been missing for the
last two hours.

Sam turns to her with an irritated look on her face.

Sam:
She probably just found a good
stash in the cellar and put up
camp. ... She’ll drag herself out
of there at some point. ... Just
like our pain in the ass host.

Nikki leaves the table.

The others watch her in surprise.

Chan:
Where the hell do you think you’re
going?

Nikki;
I’ve just had enough exposure to
this group’s bitching for the day.
I’m going to my room.

Sam stands up quickly. an angered look is on her face.

Sam:
While Silly and Seeka are
not around, I’m the acting head of
this group, so everybody has to do
what I say.

Nikki gives a frustrated sigh.

Sam:
No-one leaves this room until I
say. ... Especially the runt of the
group.

An annoyed looks appears on Nikki's face.

Nikki;
Go fuck yourself.

Kara leaves the room.

Silver stands up and starts heading towards the entrance.

Sam's anger deepens, as she watches Silver.

Sam:
You must be kidding!

A defiant look appears on Silver's face.

Silver:
I’m going to look for Seeka. Not
just complain about her.

Silver leaves the room.

INT.    WINE CELLAR.   EARLY NIGHT

The entrance door opens and
Silver walks in cautiously.

Silver:
Seeka? You in here?

Silver walks past the wine racks, scanning for life.

She notices the smashed glass, bottles, and what looks like blood stains.

Silver:
What happened here?

She walks back to the entrance door when she notices what looks like a cut out marking on a wall.

With a look of curiosity on her face, she walks over to the
cut out marking on the wall.

She pushes against the wall.

click

The wall opens up, revealing a hidden wall.

EXT.     HERB GARDEN     EARLY NIGHT

A narrow passageway full of overgrown plants and a few plant pots.

Silver opens an entrance door and walks into the garden.

Walking slowly she explores the area.

She comes up to a large bush, and notices what looks like a shoe on the floor.

Silver bends down to examine the shoe, and suddenly Sees Seeka's body.

INT.     LIVING ROOM.    EARLY NIGHT

Everyone apart from Nikki and Silver are scattered around the room, relaxing.

Silver appears with a panicked look on her face.

Sam stares at her with an unenthusiastic look on her face.

Sam:
What now?

Silver:
Seeka. ... she’s dead.

INT.    HALL WAY 1     EARLY NIGHT

A nervous looking Sam and Taurtis stand outside Silly's bedroom door.

Sam:
Silly. ... Are you there?

There is no response.

Sam:
We’re coming in.

INT.    BEDROOM 3.   EARLY NIGHT

The entrance door opens and Sam and Taurtis cautiously walk in.

They see Silly's body on the bed, her broken neck clear.

They are both taken back in shock.

Taurtis:
Jesus!

A look of determined calm appears on Sam's face.

Sam:
Wake up Nikki.

INT.    LIVING ROOM.  NIGHT

They are all gathered in the room.

Sam still has a look of determined calm on her face. The others’ faces are full of disbelief.

Grian:
Jesus this is fucked up.

Silver;
We’ve got to call the police.

Chan looks at Silver.

Chan:
We’re not gonna get very far if we
can’t get a phone signal.

A thoughtful look appears on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
This is a hotel. Surely they must
have their own phone line.

With a level of urgency in his movements, Taurtis walks out of the room.

INT.    HALL WAY 1    NIGHT

Taurtis walks into the room.

He examines the surroundings.

He sees a phone on a coffee table.

A look of momentary relief appears on his face.

He picks up the phone, and dials 911.

He holds the phone for a moment.

A look of frustration appears on his face.

Taurtis:
Shit..

INT.    LIVING ROOM    NIGHT

Taurtis comes back into the room.

Taurtis:
The phone’s dead.

A worried look appears on everybody but Chan and Sam's faces.

Chan stands up, retrieving a pair of car keys from a pocket. She has a determined look on her face.

Chan;
I’ll drive to the nearest police
station and let them know.

EXT.    MANOR HOUSE.   NIGHT

Chan walks over to her car.

She sees that a front tyre is flat.

A look of annoyance appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
Damn it.

She walks to the rear of the car.

She sees that a rear tyre is flat too.

Chan kicks the rear tyre in annoyance then looks up at the sky.

Chan:
Are you kidding me?!

She heads to one of the other cars, when she notices one its front tyres and rear tyres is also flat.

A look of concern appears on Chan's face.

She examines another car seeing that all of its tyres are flat.

A nervous look appears on Chan's face.

INT.     LIVING ROOM    NIGHT

Chan: comes back into the room.
The others stare at her confused.

Sam:
What is it?

Chan:
Our tyres are slashed.

Sam:
What the hell.

A fearful look appears on Silver's face.

Silver:
They’re trapping us.

Sam stares at Silver with an annoyed look on her face.

Sam:
They’re just trying to fuck with
us.

A frustrated looking Grian turns to Sam.

Grian:
Two of us are dead, we have no
phone signal, and we’re 5 miles
from the nearest police station.
... Yep, we’re definitely fucked.

A frightened look appears on Silver and Yuki's faces.

An irritated look appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
How about we try and keep the panic
to a minimum for now.

Taurtis puts his arm around Sam.

Taurtis:
I’ll keep an eye on you. Don’t
worry.

Chan notices Taurtis, and an irritated look appears on her
face.

Chan:
Keep it in your pants Taurtis. We got
enough problems as it is.

Taurtis looks at her annoyed.

Sam interrupts.

Sam:
I saw a garage on the side of the
house. Maybe there’s a car in
there. ... I’ll check it out.

Silver looks at her concerned.

Silver:
Don’t go by yourself.

An irritated look appears on Sam's face.

Sam:
I’m 17 years old, Mom. ... I know
how to take care of myself.

A mocking look appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
Silly and Seema knew how to
take care of themself too.

Sam gives a frustrated sigh.

Sam:
Oh fine then.

She looks at the others before resting her eyes on Taurtis,
who remains close to Her side.

Sam:
Time to shake the lead out Taurtis.

EXT.     GARAGE.    NIGHT

A poorly lit building attached to the side of the house. It has a set of large swing doors at the front of it, and a small side door.

A determined looking Sam and an unenthusiastic looking Taurtis walk round a corner of the garage.

Sam shines a torch on the wall and sees the side door.

Sam gives an accomplished smile.

Sam:
There we go.

Sam turns the door handle, and after a little bit of struggling the door opens.

A determined look appears on Sam's face.

Sam:
Let’s see what they got in here.

Taurtis hesitates.

An annoyed look appears on Sam's face.

Sam:
What?

MkTaurtis:
Maybe it’s better if I keep a watch
outside while you search around
inside.

Sam's face fills with anger.

Sam:
Bullshit! You lazy fuck. That’s
just an excuse to do nothing.

A slightly sheepish look appears on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
No I just thought you’d need
someone to warn you of anyone else
who might be around.

Sam:
Someone can’t be bothered to
help another person.

An irritated look appears on Taurtis's face.

Taurtis:
Screw you.

Taurtis walks away from Sam.

Sam watches him walk away.

Sam
Teamwork my ass.

INT.    GARAGE.   NIGHT

A medium sized reasonably worn down garage full of various tools and car parts.

In the middle is a large object hidden by a dust cloth.

With lots of dust lined services, it appears as if no-one has been in the garage for several years.

A side door opens and Sam walks in.

She observes the room with a look of curiosity on her face.

Sam:
This place looks prehistoric.

She give an unconvinced sigh.

Sam:
Hopefully there’s something usable
here.

She walks over to the covered object.

She lifts up a corner of the cloth and looks underneath.

A slightly confident look appears on her face.

She quickly pulls off the cover to reveal an old saloon car.

She examines the car with a look of mild optimism on her face.

Sam:
Let’s see what you can do.

INT.     CAR.     NIGHT

The car definitely looks worse on the inside with seat covers peeling off, a well worn dashboard, and a slightly rusted handbrake.

With an intently focused look on her face, Sam tries to turn the car on with a nail file.

Below several loose wires have been tied and connected together.

Sam:
Work with me here....

The engine whirled.

The dashboard lights up dimly.

A look of success appears on her face.

The engine cut off.

A look of disbelief appears on Sam's face.

She looks over the still lit dashboard and notices that there is no petrol.

A frustrated look appears on her face.

Sam:
Damn it!

INT.     GARAGE.    NIGHT

Sam looks highly focused as she searches underneath a large work bench that is cluttered with car parts.

Sam:
Surely they must have some spare
fuel around this place.

Sam moves a tool box out the way and sees a petrol can.

A look of relief appears on her face.

Sam:
Finally!

Sam grabs the can and puts it on the work bench.

A look of concern appears on her face.

Sam unscrews the lid and looks in the can.

She gives the can a shake, and then looks in it again.

Sam:
Shit!

An unseen figure throws a clear bag over Sam's head, tightening it with a draw string.

Struggling to breath, Sam tries to lift the bag off her head, but without success.

Sam sees a trowel and grabs hold of it.

She stabs it in the figures arm.

The figure yelps out in pain.

Sam slams the figure back into the car.

With the bag still secure over her head, Sam staggers her way to the door.

She tries the handle but it doesn’t open.

Sam yells out.

Sam:
Taurtis! Help!

There’s no response.

She finally gets the bag off her head.

Sam turns back to face the work bench but the figure has vanished.

Sam walks around the other side of the car cautiously.

The figure’s hands shoot out from under the car, and pull hard on her ankles.

Sam falls down hard on the ground, striking her head on a hub cap.

Quickly regaining her composure, she lifts herself off the ground.

The figure stamps down on one of her wrists.

She yells out in pain.

The figure grabs her head and rams a large screwdriver through it.

INT.       LIVING ROOM.      NIGHT

Taurtis reappears, with a distraught look on his face.

Chan looks at him with an inquisitive look on her face.

Chan:
Success?

Taurtis:
No.

Chan:
Then where’s Sam then?

Taurtis:
They got her too.

Looks of fear appear on the faces of the group, except for Nikki who appears surprisingly calm.

A look of anger appears on Grian's face.

He charges at Taurtis.

Caught off guard, without a chance to retaliate, Taurtis is slammed up against the wall, pinned at the throat by Grian's forearm.

Grian:
You were supposed to watch her! You
were supposed to make sure the
killer couldn’t get her! ... Where
the hell where you when she needed
you?!

Taurtis punches Grian in the stomach.

Grian doubles over in pain.

He goes to move on Taurtis again.

Taurtis punches him hard in the face.

Grian stumbles to the floor. His lip bloodied.

Silver interrupts them

Silver:
Don’t do this! It’s not going to help.

Grian and Taurtis stare at each other angrily, before trying to regain their composure.

Taurtis:
I thought she was safe, so I
checked the outside to make sure
no-one else was around. ... I moved
as soon as I heard her calling out.
... I was only trying to help her.

They both back away from eachother.

They both sit back down in a chair.

Yuki:
That’s it then. ... We’re all done
for.

Chan stares at Yuki with an irritated look on her face.

Chan:
We don’t know that for sure. Maybe
he just had a grudge against the
others.

A judging look appears on Grian's face.

Grian:
It’s hardly gonna be anything else
is it?

A slightly disconcerted look appears on the other faces.

Grian:
We know who we are. The way we
treat people. None of us saints.

He stares directly at a frightened looking Silver.

Grian:
No matter how innocent some of us
believe we are.

A look of self loathing appears on Grian's face.

Grian:
Hell, we’ve probably bought misery
to so many, that we can’t even
recall every person who we kicked
dirt in the eye just to keep
ourselves at the top of the food
chain.

A frustrated look appears on Chan's face.

Chan:
Oh great! So to figure out who’s
killing us off all we’ve got to do
is make a list of all the scrubs
that got in our way. Lucky us!!

Nikki looks at the others with a questioning smirk on her face.

Nikki:
Who says it isn’t one of our own.

Chan looks at her with a look of disgusted belief.

Chan:
Bull shit. Clearly only a noob
would assume that we would ever
kill our own.

A sneer appears on Nikki's face.

Yuki looks at Chan with a look of concern on her face.

Yuki
Maybe she does have a point.

A look of unwelcome surprise appears on Chan's face.

Part 3 Tomorrow ;)