Well, damn it... I thought to myself as I heard Oswald leave the manor a few minutes later. How am I going to get there now? My feet started pacing the floor as I wracked my brain trying to figure out my next step. Idea after idea appeared in my mind, and just as soon as they manifested, they were dismissed as farfetched or impossible. The longer I paced, the more exasperated I became. My frustration caused me to pick pillows off the bed and throw them across the room. I wanted to yell but knew that I couldn't with Olga in the house. I need to get out of here, I need some air… Just then I remembered that Oswald was burying something in the back yard the night before. Now's my chance to find out what he's hiding…

I walked outside and saw the line of trees clearly in the daylight. Instead of black masses in the dark, they were now serene and lovely. Part of me hoped to see the cat that saved me from discovery, but it was nowhere to be seen. I crossed the line of trees and saw the clearing, and there was a fresh pile of dirt and the shovel lying next to it. A small part of me was glad to have the physical labor to work out my frustration of my current situation. As I dug, I thought about the timeline of events leading to this point. My time in Indian Hill, the accident, my time in the hospital, and finally arriving in this place. There were still just a handful of memories to tie me back to my past, and not nearly enough to make my way. Then there was Oswald Cobblepot, a stranger that I had known in childhood. His name made me think of him; his appearance, his voice, his mannerisms, and his treatment of me. Suddenly, the blade of the shovel hit something hard.

I threw the tool to the side and got on my knees to look closer. That was a huge mistake. My face was suddenly hit with the same odor that was in the room, but now was stronger. I started coughing and covered my nose and mouth with my left hand in vain. It permeated my hand and gagged me even more, but I couldn't turn back now. I looked and then saw maggots, which further made me nauseous. Fighting my reflex, I kept looking and then saw what appeared to be dark brown hair…human hair. This made me cry out and quickly jump up, which made me lose my footing and made me fall backward to the ground. My stomach was then too strong to suppress any further and I flipped my body onto my knees. Then I started vomiting on the ground. What the hell is going on?! Finally, the nausea passed enough for me to get to my feet and run back toward the house.

When I went back inside, I slammed the door behind me and took the chance to catch my breath. Much like the night before, my heart started racing and my breath was labored. But unlike last night, my legs trembled and collapsed beneath me. As I sat on the hardwood floor, my thoughts became a whirlwind. That…that was a head….a head… the nausea returned with this realization. I have to get out of here… I started to get back on my feet when I saw a large figure at the end of the hallway, Gabe. "You alright, Ms. J?" Now I was faced with another dilemma, is Gabe in on this? Should I make a break for it? Or should I play dumb for now? He finally reached me and examined me from head to foot and gave a long sigh. He must have seen the dirt from my digging, because he said with a voice full of resolution, "So…you found her, didn't you?"