New England 1954

Darkness. Pure darkness. I could tell this leap was going to be finally... Light. The room was illuminated and I could see everything, including... A dead body.

"Oh boy." I mumbled, placing my hand on my head.

A woman in a strange dress and headdress flicked on the lightswitch. She was holding a weapon, a dagger. She drops it in shock.

Everyone seemed to be holding some sort of lethal item, be it a candlestick, a slingshot, ect.

A man in a yellowish suit looked at me and pointed "it's not Wadsworth!"

Okay, good, a name. I must be Wadsworth... But why would someone want to kill me? No more than 5 minutes into this leap and I already don't like it.

Another man wearing a purplish suit and a pipe in his mouth yelled "stand back! Give him air!" He knelt down to the body "let me see." Was this man some sort of Doctor? He examined the body by checking the pulse on the wrist and neck.

He looked at the group of people in surprise "he's dead!"

I didn't want to question him, in fact, I wasn't too sure what I was doing here... To figure out who killed this man? Where's Al when you need him...

A woman with short black hair and wearing a black dress was frantic "who had the gun?"

The doctor (still not sure of that) answered "I did."

The oddly dressed woman who flicked on the lights earlier exclaimed "then you shot him!"

"I didn't!" He defended.

While they were busy arguing, I turned over the body to examine it myself.

The woman yelled "well you had the gun! If you didn't shoot him then who did?"

"Nobody." I answered, all eyes on me now. "Uh... There's no gunshot wound."

"That's right! Somebody tried to grab the gun from me in the dark and the gun went off." The man explained.

"Oh yeah?" A seemingly sassy woman in a beautiful said with her hands on her hips "if there's no gunshot wound then where's the bullet?"

She's got a point, if there's no wound... Where is the bullet? I looked around the room and got up from the floor (I seemed to be in a butlers outfit but that's besides the point.) I ran to the fireplace and noticed some broken glass. A vase had a hole right through it. "Look! The bullet broke that vase on the mantel!"

Suddenly everyone in the room crowded around me, the man in the yellow suit exclaimed "He's absolutely right. Look, there's a bullet hole here in the wall. See that?"

The man in the green suit pulled the Doctor by his shoulder, with a stern glare he interrogated "then how did he die?!"

He raised a good point. If the body didn't have any wounds, how could he have no pulse?

The Doctor defended, "I don't know!" He pushed the man away from his shoulders "I'm not a forensics expert!"

The black haired lady shouted "well one of us must have killed him!"

I looked around, ignoring the bickering and trying to figure out how this man died. Al would be useful at this time... I noticed the brandy.

"Well I didn't do it!" The man in green yelled.

Now the butler (he's not here to tell me otherwise, so I'm assuming) would have offered everyone a drink... And perhaps this guy drank it and-

The woman in the outrageous attire sighed as she grabbed a glass from the ground and began to take a sip "god, I need a drink!"

I was going to grab the drink from her hand but I figured raising my voice would be more effective "maybe he was poisoned!"

The woman immediately dropped her drink and began screaming at the top of her lungs. Understandable, but a wee bit annoying.

The guy in green calmly took her to the couch and tried to calm her down... She wouldn't stop so he slapped her right across the face. Normally, I'd interject with hitting women but... Something tells me this butler wouldn't really care.

The green suited man looked at the group innocently "I... I had to stop her from screaming."

The Doctor faced me "Wadsworth, was the brandy poisoned?"

I shook my head "I don't know."

The sassy woman spoke up "you don't know if your own brandy is poison, what kind of butler are you?"

I looked right at her and said "the kind that doesn't want to end up like him." I pointed at the dead body.

"How could we tell if it was poisoned?" The man in yellow asked.

"Guess we'll never know." The sassy woman held up the empty bottle.

"Unless." The man in green looked at the lady in the odd outfit. "Unless she dies too."

He had a point, horrible to say, but if she dies then the mystery is solved. We all huddled around the woman. I was waiting to see side affects, nausea, sweating, anything to indicate poison.

Just then... A scream from another room. There was somebody else in this house. And whoever that is could be the murderer.