"OH MY LORD! Maxwell, please speak to me. MAXWELL. MAXWELL! Don't look into the light. MAXWELL. NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What was that all about?" Riju responds, after being awakened from her short nap. She stretches her arms over her body before pulling away and cracking her knuckles, "I hope Maxwell is okay; it doesn't sound too good from the looks of things."

You and Riju saunter to the adjacent cabin, curious to find what the commotion was about. Mrs. Plum resides in the expensive coach, completely beside herself.

"Who's responsible for this? Who committed this horrid crime. Who killed my faithful pup, Maxwell."

"What! Maxwell is dead. What happened?

"One of the wild heathens is responsible. I suspect Thomas and his lackey girlfriend are behind this insufferable act. Maxwell, Maxwell, MAXWELL WHY? I just want my little pup back," Mrs. Plum sobs.

Riju turns to you to engage in a private conversation.

"I know me, and Mrs. Plum might not get along well. But she seems genuinely hurt by this person's actions, and I think we should help her find the perpetrator."

You agree with Riju's current stance. Although Mrs. Plum wasn't the most likable figure, she didn't deserve her crushing fate.

"I'm going to help you, Mrs. Plum!"

"You're gonna do what?"

"Detective Makeela Riju is on the case. My partner Link and I will find out who killed Maxwell and bring the culprit to justice."

She's been reading way too many detective novels.

"Why would you ever help me. I've treated you like garbage from the moment you arrived."

"Because I want to believe in people, I think everyone has some amount of good inside them. Even your worst enemy still has dreams and aspirations."

"If you can find the heinous monster responsible for these impudent crimes. I'll consider turning the other cheek. But that's only if you can catch the culprit within an allotted window of time."

"Woohoo, we're going to be ace detectives. I'll be the great Sherlock Holmes, and you can be my sidekick, the respected Dr. Watson."

Hoo...ray?

Mrs. Plum puffs up her chest, "Tik tok you two, I don't have all day. Oh, poor Maxy, how I miss you."

A brand new objective is added to your sheikah slate -

• Catch the Culprit

"First, let's check the corpse to upturn any clues. From there, we'll poke around some more to see if we can find anything."

"Huh, that's odd."

"What's odd?"

"Maxwell is missing his jewel-encrusted collar."

'Hmmm, this mystery keeps getting more and more complicated."

Riju inspects the cadaver. She determines the cause of death to be from ingesting copious amounts of chocolate. With this new revelation in mind, the two of you decide to head to the dining car.

Upon closer inspection, the two of you discover a crumbs trail leading to one of the back tables. The same table, Mrs. and Mr. Plum, were occupying earlier in the day.

"That settles it; Maxwell was fed chocolate cake from under the table. And it wasn't just any old chocolate cake; I suspect it was the one that was missing. The question is, what mischievous mastermind put the food under the table and why?"

"I think questioning Alice should be our top priority. She was the one in control of the food, after all."

Riju wastes no time cooking up some interesting questions for the frolicking waitress, "Did you kill Maxwell, the Plum's loyal pet?"

"I heard about what happened. Look, I might be strapped for cash, but I would never hurt that poor pooch. Sure Mrs. Plum wasn't the kindest to me, but that has nothing to do with this."

"Did you find out what happened to our chocolate dishes?"

"Your chocolate cake. Yeah, I don't know where that dish went. It's almost like it up and disappeared. It was there one minute, we went through a tunnel, and it was gone the next."

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"It was gone the next."

"No, no, before that."

"It was there for one minute."

"Warmer."

"We went through a tunnel."

"Yeah, wasn't that moment quite odd?"

"Now that you mention it. In all my years of rail service, I never experienced such a loud disruption."

"Hmm, it seems a mystery is afoot. What do you think, my trusted partner Watson?"

I'm not answering that.

"Come on, wipe that frown off your face. You're supposed to by my supportive and slightly comical sidekick."

Last time I checked, the hero of time wasn't just a sidekick.

"Fine, you could be Professor Moriarty or possibly one of the detectives. Either way, you're my right-hand man—someone who could always get us out of an unfavorable pickle..."

"And I think I know the perfect person to brief about this morning's sudden disturbance."