James Madison couldn't walk into the house without getting sick.
Two bodies, Hercules and Lafayette, were on the floor with stab wounds, holding hands. Not even death could break their bond.
And Burr knew exactly who did it.
"We need to find Hamilton. Get as many people as you can searching the area for him." Burr said to Jefferson.
James, Thomas, and Aaron all took off, shouting for people to look for Alexander Hamilton.
Of course, no body could find him. He left no clues or hints as to where he would be. Who would have thought he was the place nobody checked?
Alexander was insane. He was stabbing his best friends to death to make sure his true love wasn't lonely. His plan was almost complete.
Eliza and John were together.
Now Hercules and Lafayette joined him.
What was he himself waiting for?
Burr went home again, pondering many things.
He wished he could help avenge Theodosia's death. He wished he could do something about Hamilton's whereabouts.
But no, the matter was hopeless.
Burr went home, depressed. He hung up his coat. He walked up the stairs that Theodosia once slid down to get to him. He went to his bedroom, where he spent many nights crying.
Except, Hamilton was in his bedroom before he was. He was standing in front of the window, pulling the curtains shut.
"Hello, Burr."
"Alexander."
"I came here to discuss something with you."
"About what?"
He walked over behind Burr, who didn't dare move. Hamilton locked the door.
"How's your sanity? Good? I lost mine the day you killed John."
What was he planning?
"I simply wanted to know if you wanted to kill people with me."
"No!"
Hamilton looked up, right in Burr's eyes.
"Oh, such a quick decision! Let me explain to you why you should."
"No."
Hamilton went on, ignoring Aaron. "Think about how lonely Theodosia is. Don't you want the best for her?"
"I want to do what she would want for me. Theodosia wouldn't want me to murder people." He paused, and looked right back at Hamilton. "Does John want this for you?"
Alexander paused, obviously thinking about what Burr just said. He didn't agree or cry. He laughed. Hamilton sat down on the bed and laughed.
Alexander muttered to himself, "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?"
"What?"
Hamilton pulled out a knife and stabbed himself.
