In another part of Gallagher University, there was an indoor swimming pool. This pool is perfect for free swimming, practicing for swim meets and actual swim meets. Inside the pool at this moment was Amber. She loves being in the pool or any pool for that matter. Whenever she's in the pool, she mostly does her strokes. The types of strokes were freestyle, backstroke, elementary backstroke and breaststroke. Out of those strokes, freestyle was her favorite.

Amber was doing laps in the pool when her swim coach Paula Quincy told her to get out of the pool so they could talk. Amber got out, dried herself off and walked towards her coach.

"I was looking over your lap records. You need to get your times down." she stated.

"I know, ma'am." Amber replied.

"I don't mean to put any pressure on you for you're one of my best swimmers but the meet is coming up in about a week!"

"Yes coach."

"Is there something wrong?"

"I can't wrap my mind around this. Daniel is dead and I still can't believe it. I mean, I don't know him that well, but I felt like he was a good person and that something like this happened. Who would do this?" As she said that, she began to look sad.

Coach Quincy understood completely. "Yeah I know what you mean. I've been a coach at Gallagher for years and never thought that a murder would happen at this institute. But I will say this, Amber. Whoever did this will be punished."

"You're right. Thanks coach." Amber began to smile.

"No problem. But like I said, just keep working on getting your time records down. I'll see you later on today." Coach Quincy got up and left the pool area. After the coach left, Amber was still sitting down, not really in the mood to continue swimming. She just got her towel and went to the locker room.

The whole university was feeling down about Daniel's death and was feeling a little bit scared that the murderer could still be lurking about. It was early in the afternoon and people were still looking and feeling down. At the courtyard, a group of students were talking amongst themselves.

"I just don't understand it. Who would want to kill Daniel Kolley and what was the motive?"

"I don't know. Maybe they were just doing this for kicks."

"Did Daniel have any enemies? Did anybody have a vendetta against him?"

"No one that I know of."

"Wait, what about Tom?"

"Thomas Barkley? What about him?"

"He and Daniel were in my math class. At The Cellar, Tom beat him in a break dancing contest a while back and Daniel never forgave him for that. Then later Tom's girlfriend, Vanessa dumped him and Daniel made fun of him. Do you think that maybe-"

"No way! Tom's a nice guy he wouldn't do something like that!"

"Yeah but he had a motive. If my girlfriend left me and someone was making fun of me about that, I'd go crazy and beat him up too."

"That's true. But you would just beat them, not kill them."

"If we had our choice guys, I'd say we keep a close eye on Tom. If he's behind Daniel's death, we could get him expelled or even sent him to prison!"

"Even if Tom did the devious deed, what proof do we have?"

"You're right. We got no evidence at all. Regardless, I'm going to keep a close but subtle eye on him."

"Yeah me too!"

"Okay, Brian and Victor; If you want to play Sherlock Homes and Watson, be my guest but leave me out of this!"

"Whatever you say, Neil." Brian remarked.

"Yeah man." Victor added. He and Brian left the courtyard and walked off in a different direction leaving Neil behind.

"Sometimes I can't believe those guys are my friends." Neil said to himself. It was starting to get darker and in the newsroom was Edward. He was doing some late editing for the paper. He already did a small piece in the paper stating that Travis and Vanessa was a cute couple. After the events on what happened today, he wrote a eulogy tribute to Daniel Kolley. It read:

'There have been many tragedies in the world, but what feels like a big tragedy is what happened here at this very university. Daniel Kolley, a senior at Gallagher, died late last night. He was savagely murdered by a currently unknown assailant. The main thing is we shouldn't focus about his death, but what he's done for all of us. Daniel always had a smile on his face and tried to make people happy in whatever way he could. Everybody at Gallagher University, both students and faculty, will miss him so. He'll always be in our thoughts and in our hearts. Daniel Kolley, March 12, 1988 – May 17, 2010.' And above the eulogy tribute was Daniel's school photo.

Edward looked it over and he thought he did a good job on it. He went to the other side of the room and began to start the copier. While was in the middle of his copying, the lights flickered. Edward was startled, but then the lights went completely out! Edward screamed and then the lights came back on; still dark but Edward could see a little. He heard a thump and walked around the room. "Hello?" he called out but no one replied. He had a strange feeling that someone or something was behind him nearby. He quickly turned around and saw nothing. Edward was still freaked out and tried to turn on the lights completely but they still didn't work.

Edward didn't give it a second thought. He just wanted to get the hell out of there and he was thinking that he'll finish up in the morning. But before he could get out of the newspaper room, he got to the door and turned the knob. He was locked in! Panic started to seep in as Edward began to hyperventilate. It was late in the night and no one knew he was in the newsroom! But someone did. Edward turned around and saw Scarecrow standing a few feet in front of him.

"That's right." Scarecrow said. "It's just you and me, Eddie."

Edward screamed and then Scarecrow charged at him and slammed him into the door. Edward groaned as Scarecrow started to punch the living stuffing out of him. He pushed Scarecrow away and tried to run, but he tripped and twisted his ankle. Edward screamed and started to cry. Not so much of the pain, but for the situation he was in. Scarecrow saw him lying there and walked towards him. He grabbed Edward by his hair and dragged him towards the copy machine. When they got there, Scarecrow banged Edward's head several times on the table and after he was done, he threw Edward towards the copier. He slammed into it, the lid closed down on his back and his hand hit the start button.

Scarecrow just stood there chuckling as Edward screamed as the copier light went back and forth. Below the copier, papers were printing out copies of Edward's bloody face and feared facial expressions. Edward's body slid out from beneath the copy lid and slumped down to the floor. Scarecrow took one of the copies of Edward's face and looked at him.

"Here's a headline for your stupid paper, 'Ed is dead.' Put that in your paper and print that!" Scarecrow laughed. After he said that, he walked over to a nearby table and saw Daniel's eulogy tribute. He read it over. "Not bad. I like it." And then he looked at another piece and read it. " 'Vanessa Ramirez and Travis Linderman. Gallagher's cutest couple.' Those two make me sick!" He made a fake vomit noise and began to leave. Suddenly he heard a sound and turned around. He saw that Edward was still alive! Scarecrow walked over as Edward grabbed something. He turned around and saw Scarecrow looming over him. He quickly turned and snapped a picture of Scarecrow with his camera!

Scarecrow was stunned by the flash and while he was rubbing his eyes, Edward hid the camera beneath some papers. Scarecrow had enough of him so he grabbed his knife from his pocket and slashed Edward's throat. He coughed and gurgled and held his throat in a pathetic attempt to stop the blood but it was no use. The last thing Edward thought before he died was that he hoped somebody would find his camera, develop the film and see his killer. Scarecrow just stood there looking down at Edward. He grabbed one of the copies of Edward's face and left the newsroom, locking the door behind him, thinking it was a night well spent.