Leah, Nick, and Abby arrived at the hospital room. Leah was doodling on Simon's leg cast with a sharpie. Abby was staring at the message Simon received. "Yeah, I noticed that they've liked a lot of our post," Abby said. "They never left a comment, and their account doesn't have any post."
"But why did they wait till now to strike?" Simon asked.
"And when will they strike again?" Bram asked.
"Okay, when did this happen?" Leah asked.
"When did what happen?" Simon asked.
"When did you two become so close?" Leah asked, putting the cap on her sharpie. "You guys weren't that close before this all began, but now you're sharing a twin-sized bed. Closeness like that doesn't happen overnight."
"It's a long story," Simon said. "We'll tell you later."
"I found something that may be nothing," Nick said. "You guys remember learning about the Creekwood fire of eighty-two?"
"Yeah," Simon said. The Creekwood fire happened at the old high school. The night of the school play, a fire started during intermission. Many people were taken to the hospital, but five people lost their lives that night. The school was completely unsavable, and it took them a year to build the new school.
"I found out that the play they were doing that night was Oliver!," Nick said. "It's probably just a strange coincidence."
"I thought they were doing Mac-," Leah said.
"Don't say that cursed word," Abby cut her off. "The school play is still next week. Tech week is stressful enough without a curse."
"You are aware that one of the most popular shows on Broadway says that word every night," Leah said.
"Still not taking any chances," Abby said, throwing her hands up.
"Anyway, that was made up," Nick said. "It was made up by conspiracists. All of the promotional pieces were burned in the fire, so they just assumed it was the Scottish Play. No one bothered to correct them."
"Did they ever find the cause of the fire?" Abby asked.
"It was believed a prop candle was knocked over," Nick said.
"But prop candles are rarely ever lightened up," Simon said.
"Just to be safe, we need to keep a close eye on the production," Leah said. "Go to all three performances. It might not be anything, but it's worth a shot. We can't mess this up."
Play practice was going to last till eight that day. They were currently working on reblocking some of the numbers. They were now down an ensemble member, so they now had an odd number. Abby's understudy was filling for her, and so was Martin's, who hadn't been seen since word got out.
Cal walked onto the stage. "I have notes for the next seen," he said. He then heard something that sounded like rope moving. He turned to the left and saw an arrow. An arrow that was inches away from hitting him in the head, and killing him.