Anne nodded. "Murder is a serious thing to talk about." She cringed a little at how much she had stated the obvious. If only there was an easier way to get to the hospital. Anne imagined healers parting as the two women ran through screeching murder.

"Alas, with all this fog around, there are rarely any good ones anymore." Anne lamented as if the fog had been going on for years, since when she was three years old and had spotted a butterfly fade away as the fog rose over the hills, instead of being a mild inconvenience to her for less than a month.

  

It wasn't as if Persephone was born to be over dramatic all of the time. Sure, that was what was needed for her job, but not her life. Of course she would try to be as discreet as possible as they went their way through the hospital. They couldn't possibly know who the murderer is.

Shrugging, she knew there could be worse situations. "Well, at least there's not a plague going around." She mumbled. After all, it was the plague that was the beginning of the end for her life as an Upper Class woman.

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Anne nodded. She hadn't seen the effects of any plague, at least personally speaking. There were friends who had lost family, but Anne herself remained untouched, mostly out of luck. And she felt glad about it, if she was honest with herself. She didn't ever want to be sick. Even if she did work at a hospital.

"You're right. Hopefully we can find this...this soon to be murderer and get them to the authorities so that they don't become something as worrying as the plague." Anne couldn't imagine a killer who would want to kill more than one person. Even one person was too horrifying to think about.

  

That was another thing to be agreed upon. But the fact that she had compared the killer to a plague, how could one kill so many? Did they have a heart? "Here's to hoping." She stated, not knowing what else she could say.

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