Doors

[Graham]

What the hell happened to Clementine?

[Public]

Does anyone know what exactly has put Clementine Murphy in the hospital for?

[locked to Snow W.]

Dear Princess Celest Snow White,

I'm really not sure this will get to you but I figured if I addressed it like a letter it might work instead of letting everypony see it. [pencil tap marks scatter the area after the previous sentence while Pinkie attempted to frame her thoughts.] I have a question. What does "murder" have to do with dead bodies and why did somepony die because of a girl who couldn't make up her mind and why was that colt threatening to "kill" people who hurt his family and why would someponies hurt his family?

Is anyone else watching the news?

[After this.]

Someone saying 'told you so' would be entirely appropriate right now.

I'm sorry. I was wrong.

[It gets struck out after a few moments, because it doesn't matter anymore. She's dug her grave, so fuck her.]

[Private to Harley Q.]

Oh, Harley? Would you mind giving little old me a ring when you get the chance? I know you're here, I read all about your shenanigans in the funny pages. [Number scrawled across in purple ink.]

[Daniel is ferried to the hotel in a private vehicle, a black Mercedes that someone probably ordered for him, given his distraught state. He is extremely hungover (practically mandatory since he is not drunk) and wearing yesterday's clothes. He stumbles out of the back seat of the vehicle and heads into the Hotel lobby. He's already yelling.] LIN! LIN?! God dammit, where are you. LIN!