Written @ Around 12:50pm
Chatter down on this end is that Emerson turned up dead in his cell. Anyone heard anything? Everyone's got their skirts in a bunch over it. Know what this means?
We've a mystery on our hands! Brilliant, right? Something to do that's not drawing the bloody treeline. Thank you, Emerson; your horrific murder is well-timed and awfully thoughtful.
Oh, and God rest your soul and all that, if that's what you're into.
...'Course, now we'll probably have another trial to sit through and argue over...