<8:22 1 38 p.m., hour and minutes before the tragedy>
[The story has changed... The story has changed...]
The detective whispered as he slowly closed the window like a child watching his worst nightmare come to life. He looked at the palms of his hands which had been in contact with the rain, only to discover black marks there, like ink or rather like something he didn't dare to imagine. He turned again to the guests who were only waiting for a signal to destroy the door.
[Ok, everyone, calm down, the good news is that the earl is alive.]
Everyone swore in frustration.
[The bad news...]
[DO NOT FINISH THIS SENTENCE!!!!]
Marcia cried out in despair, with a force that momentarily exceeded concert thunder.
[Everything goes wrong when you announce that something is going to happen, I forbid you to finish this sentence!]
[... Marcia please, I understand your fear but...]