Sarah waited for Philip to return, and when he didn’t she became worried, and called Sheriff Crosby. The unrelenting rain had begun to pelt against the windows, and when thundered roared the glass quivered from the the sound. A few minutes later lightning flashed nearby. It made the evening uneasy as she waited for Sheriff Crosby. She wondered if she should awake Aki, but she decided otherwise.
It was an hour later when Sheriff Crosby arrived at the castle.
“Philip left hours ago and hasn’t returned,” Sarah told him.
“How long ago was this?”
“About eight hours ago,” Sarah said.
“Did he say where he was going?”
“No,” Sarah proceeded to tell him the story she told Philip, about John Hawthorn, and what she found in his cabin.
“Did you say John Hawthorn?” Sheriff Crosby looked uncomfortable when she mentioned his name.
“Yes,” Sarah became suspicious.
“Stay here,” he said. “Don’t open the door unless its me or Philip, is that understood?”
“Lock all the doors. I’ll be back,” he said, and walked out.
Sarah, rushed up the stairs to Aki’s room. She knocked a few times, but Aki didn’t respond.
“Aki,” Sarah called out to her. “Are you there? It’s me, Sarah.”
She pressed her ear on door to hear anything moving, but nothing did. Scared and confused, Sarah ran downstairs, and made sure all the doors were locked, then waited in the den for the Sheriff to return. She must have fallen asleep, because the next morning she was awoken by a knock on the door. When she opened it she saw Sheriff Crosby standing weary and crestfallen.
“Did you find him?” Sarah asked.
“I did,” he said quietly.
“Where is he?”
“I’m sorry,” was all he could say.
“Sorry? I don’t understand.”
“We did find Philip,” the Sheriff said.
“Where is he? I want to see him. Is he all right?”
“I’m afraid…” he paused for a minute. “He’s dead. He drowned in the pond.”
Sarah couldn’t believe it, and place a hand over her mouth afraid to let a scream escape her lips.
“No, that can’t be,” Sarah choked back the tears. “He knows how to swim he couldn’t have drowned.”
“We found him this morning, Sarah,” Sheriff Crosby continued. “He must have gotten lost… slipped, and fellen in.”
“That’s impossible,” Sarah began to sob. “That can’t be.”
“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Sheriff Crosby didn’t hesitate embracing her. “I’m sorry.”
It was all Sarah kept hearing in her head as she broke down and cried. That day she decided to leave Temple Bruer. Sheriff Crosby waited downstairs as she packed everything she could in one bag. She had forgotten about Aki until she turned to her door. She walked towards Aki’s room. Before she could knock the door opened.
“Aki,” Sarah called out her name. “Are you—”
The door opened to an empty room. Aki’s bed was made, but it hadn’t been slept on. She entered the room, and decided to check if Aki’s belongings were still there. Her clothes hung neatly in the closet, her shoes, suitcase, and other few mementos were still there. But where was Aki?
As Sarah rushed downstairs, she felt a cold zephyr blow down her neck, making her skin crawl. When she reached the front door where Sheriff Crosby was waiting she told him Aki wasn’t here.
“She must be somewhere here,” Sheriff Crosby said.
“Her belongings are still in her room,” Sarah thought for a moment. “As I think about it, I didn’t see her at all yesterday.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have one of my man looking for her,” Sheriff Crosby said.