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"Yup. He's dead." Zach concluded.

Splinter glared at him, and geeze…if looks could kill…"Did you think I was joking?" He all but yelled, "Pulling you're leg?"

"Well…sort of. I mean…dead? This is crazy!" he closed his eyes, and began to back up, "I have to tell someone…" He was reaching the door when Splinter jumped between him and the door.

"No!" His eyes were wild, "No one…no one can know! They'll think it's me." He whispered.

"Dude; someone's going to notice when he doesn't show up for class." Zach said logically, scoffing.

"Already fixed. Tomorrow he was going to get off the boat and visit his friend for a week or two, then they were going to drive down and drop him off at our next port." Splinter explained.

"Won't his friend get worried when he doesn't show?" Zach pointed out.

"Already emailed him and faked Camden, explaining he couldn't come. I thought this trough, Zach!" He growled.

"Yes, obviously!" Zach sang sarcastically, throwing his arms out, "Tell me this? What are you going to do with the rotting body, idiot? And when someone figures out he's not where you said he was?"

Splinter frowned, "I'm not sure." He admitted.

"That's it- I'm outta here." He rolled his eyes.

"Wait! You'll be a suspect now too!" Splinter yelled desperately.

"Why?" He asked, turning the knob.

"Because he dies one day after a story bashing you is printed. And then you're the one to tell Mr. Mosby. Tell me that doesn't sound a bit fishy." Splinter said. Zach's hand griped the door.

"Fine." He turned around, "But we have to plan this carefully. No one, but us, can know." He looked to see Camden's glassy eyes, "This…is unreal."

He felt sickened by the state of the body alone; the fact that this wasn't some TV show or joke made him feel even worse.

"Yeah. Sure, we didn't get along but…" He bit his lip; "You have to trust me with everything that I did not kill him."

"You wouldn't have. You…well, I just know you didn't." Splinter looked relieved.

"It's kinda late- you should be going. I'll…I figure something out to do with the body." He frowned.

"Yeah." Zach felt his legs become jelly, and took the three steps to the door. He opened it, and came face to face with the person he least expected to see. Bailey.

She stood here, her fist raised like she was about to rap on the door; utterly shocked he'd be the one to answer.

"Oh, sorry! If I'm interrupting…" She trailed off her eyes moving to Camden's body on the floor. Her eyes budged from her head, and she opened her mouth to scream and run.

Splinter and Zach were quicker. Thinking like one, Splinter grabbed her and pulled her in while Zach slapped a hand over her mouth. Splinter locked the door, and Bailey kicked against him.

She screamed through his mouth, biting his hand. Zach winched, but didn't let her go. Splinter helped guide her to the bed, where he gently touched her shoulder. She glared at him.

"Zach is going to take his hand off. Don't scream- we'll explain everything." He promised, "If you do scream…then I know how to knock you out with one touch. You wouldn't get far." He threatened. Bailey's eyes still glowed with defiance and hate.

"Now, can I take my hand away?" Zach asked. Bailey seemed indecisive, but then nodded. Cautiously, he pulled away his hand. She didn't scream.

Zach nursed his bleeding hand, while Bailey's mouth flapped like a fish as she tried to form words.

"Is he…" Her voice sounded hoarse.

"Yes. He's dead." Splinter frowned, "I didn't kill him, though."

"Then who did?" She looked at his body. It really was a mangled mess. He was bleeding all over, his fingernails were coated with blood, hair ripped from some places, his clothing half gone, and a toe was missing. Finally, the bottom shaft of the arrow was sticking from his neck. Whoever did this, had not done it cleanly. There was even bruises still forming around his neck and on his face.

"I don't' know." Splinter admitted, "I guess I owe you an explanation of how I found him."

Bailey snorted.

"I was coming back from the sky deck. I came into my room and noticed the door was unlocked. The room was a mess, blood all over. I thought…well, I'm not sure what I thought. I guess it didn't register that it was…b-bl-blood. I cleaned most of it up pretty well- and figured that Camden was out somewhere. Never would I have though…" He broke off, shuddering, "There was this…dripping noise. I first went to the bathroom and firmly turned the skin faucets off. I came back and the dripping continued. So I went and turned the shower knobs as well. But it still continued. That's when I realized…it came from Camden's closet. I…didn't know what to expect. Maybe a leak in the ceiling? A water bottle turned on its side?" His eyes grew wild like they had been when he'd knocked on Zach's door, relieving it again.

"And then?" Zach hadn't heard the story yet. He was shaking, and Bailey looked pale. Splinter looked close to barfing, and gulped thickly.

"I opened the closet door…and he was hanging there! An arrow through his neck, and tie as a noose. The dripping sound was his blood." He kicked the closet door open, the blood still pooled on the carpet, the tie still in the shape of a noose. "I will never un-see that."

Zach felt his world go black and caught himself before he passed out on the floor. Bailey held her mouth, her eyes wide.

"No!" Bailey looked freaked out.

"Yes."

"Is that when you came to my room?" Zach asked.

"Yes. I took him down, took the arrow, and ran. God- it was awful!" He looked close to crying, at the least he looked too freaked out to be standing still, and as Zach thought this, he pulled a chair to sit on because it seemed his legs would buckle.

"You need to get rid of that arrow. You have your fingerprints all over it now." Bailey whispered, shuddering. She sat on Camden's former bed, rubbing her temples and staring wide-eyed at the dead boy.

"What now?" Splinter whispered, as he broke the arrow into tiny shards, "What do we do with him?"

"I…don't know…" Zach ran his fingers though his hair, "Burn it? Dump it from the side of the ship? It's not something that's common knowledge!" he was yelling, "I'm…this is…a student has died. I mean, if I were his family, I'd want to burry him properly, but we can't do that now."

"SHHHHH! Do you want someone to hear us?" Bailey gnawed her lips, "I should go and tell Mr. Mosby. This is ridiculous! We could go to jail!" She wailed.

"Not if we're very careful." Zach said, collecting himself. Mind over matter- he didn't want to have to go to jail.

"Who do you think did this? It's obviously not suicide. Too messy." He mused out loud. Bailey looked green.

"I don't want to even think about it." Splinter shook his head frantically, "We have to…we gotta…oh, god-," He broke off and ran to his bathroom. There was the sound of retching, and Bailey and Zach just silently stared at the body.

"You can't tell, please Bailey. Everyone would think it's either Splinter or me. Please." He pleaded.

"I should tell. Why wouldn't I?" It sounded like she was talking to herself, "I don't know Splinter and I hate you so-,"

"You don't hate me." Zach scoffed, "You don't have the capacity to hate." He sighed. Bailey snapped her gaze on him.

"You don't know me Zach. I can hate." She said with deep emotion.

"Fine. You hate me. But we were friends at one point…remember that time. Please…for Cody if no one else!"

"Cody?" She asked.

"If I went to jail, he'd be devastated. I know he jokes about it, but if it really happened…he's too weak to deal without me. We both know it. You'd be plagued too, look into my eyes and tell me that I did it." He said firmly, and forced her to look at his face. She looked into his eyes, and she saw her resolve breaking.

"I…"

"You'd be killed inside knowing an innocent man was sent to prison. But I'm 18 now and they won't listen. They wouldn't believe a kid, a fuck-up, like me." He said dejectedly. Bailey licked her lips.

"We should look for clues." She whispered.

"Other than the body?" Splinter asked deadpanned, as he appeared from the sink and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Something this messy, it couldn't have been done without leaving evidence." Bailey said logically, and began to poke around areas and after a moment the boys helped. Zach went to the door, and examined the handle. No signs of forced entry, Camden had obviously let his killer in without even knowing it. Or maybe they'd left the door open, and she'd been waiting. He tried to close his eyes and even imagine, but felt sick at the idea.

"Where did she just get an arrow?" Bailey asked as she balled the arrow bits into a trash bag, suddenly.

"That's my fault. I have a bow and quiver. I mean, for sports. They're not supposed to be sharp but I guess if you violently impaled someone with it then…" He big his lip hard.

"I found something." Bailey held up a ripped piece of fabric. Splinter took it from her hands.

"Damn, a generic color of blue in a generic cloth. This could be anyone's in the school. Anyone on the ship!" He moaned.

"No, look at this. See? There's the corner of an insignia for seven seas high that appears at the bottom of school polos." Bailey said, squinting.

"Oh, so good. We've narrowed it down to eight hundred. Peachy." Splinter was not pleased with this either.

"Seven hundred and ninety six." Zach corrected, "We didn't kill him, and he didn't kill himself." Splinter threw up his hands in exasperation and sat on his bed.

"I'm not sleeping in here tonight, unless that body is moved. Even then maybe not." Splinter said a few choice words and hit the wall hard.

"You can sleep in my room. I currently have no room-mate." Zach offered, and for a moment didn't even think how that would rev up the gossip about his supposed 'gay-lover' sharing a room. That was so far behind him in terms of realness that it seemed like years ago.

"We can't just leave the body in here. Someone is bound to find him. And now we have fingerprints all over him." Bailey said. The three sat in silence for a moment, and then Bailey's voice was soft, "Wrap him in a blanket and I'll take care of it. I…I know a way." She murmured, "Just don't ask questions. That way if this ever comes out, you can honestly say you didn't know. Ok?" She said. The boys looked at each other and passed a look of understanding to each other.

"So you never knew what happened to his body?" Mr. Oslak looked sick, and he looked at Zach with anger. Zach gave a tentative look around the courtroom to Camden's family, who most were sobbing at this news.

"No. I'm so sorry. I can't even tell you how sorry I am." He spoke to family, "But I already gave a small amount of ashes that Bailey had kept in a tin, but I know that can never suffice."

"He was murdered. And you are just as much a wrongdoer by staying quiet. Apart from this case, do you know how many other things I could persecute you for, because of how you handled the situation? You could go to jail for a very long time." There was absolute silence around the room, before Zach leapt from the chair.

"Do you think you would have believed me when I said it wasn't me? When I had my fingers on his skin and on the arrow? That my alibi was that I was alone in my room barfing and feeling sorry for myself, but no one was around me when Camden died? And it's not like we were prepared for this situation! I didn't know what to do! I was still a student!"

"Mr. Martin, please sit down!" The judge snapped, and Zach sat shakily, "Please refrain from outbursts."

"Would you have believed me?" He whispered quietly, daring the judge to say otherwise. She glanced at him with mighty eyes for a moment, and then titled her head.

"No. I would have declared you guilty."

That night, Bailey knocked on his door just once and he opened it immediately. Splinter was sleeping on his bed, his face twisted in pain and suffering. Whose wouldn't look like that after their roommate was killed? Bailey told Zach she'd wiped with floor down with bleach and that the blood was gone and the room was straightened.

"Thanks. And Camden?" He asked.

"I told you not to ask." Bailey frowned, "I was raised by a man who had a gun on his nightstand table and an older brother who insisted people were following him or the mafia was out to get him. There are a couple things I know that I'm not too proud of." She whispered so softly he hardly heard her.

Before he knew it, she was hugging him tight. He stiffened at the contact, and patted her back awkwardly.

"Hey, it's okay…I mean…well…" He whispered, unsure how to comfort her.

"Sorry." She took a step back, "That was…awkward." She winced.

"Yeah." He nodded, and then she pointed back.

"I'm going now. I just…" She began to say something, but thought better at the last moment and scurried away.

"Me too." He whispered.

He went and sat at his desk, mindlessly surfing the Internet to get his mind of things. Twenty minuets later there was a knock on the door. Sighing he got up.

"Bailey, what is it? Did you-," He began to say as he opened the door and found a very surprised Maya standing at the entrance.

"Bailey?" He nose scrunched in confusion, "Why would she be here?" Zach knew he had to think fast.

"Oh, you know." He said vaguely, "I was trying to get her to help me with homework, because Cody's being an ass about me doing things myself. Whatever. She was here before curfew, and she erm…forgot her glasses."

"Bailey wears glasses?" Maya gave him a critical look.

Shit. Way to go, dude. "Yee…aaah." He said then more confidently, "Yep, sure does. Anyway what are you doing here?" He asked, swaying the conversation away from Bailey, the girl he was supposed to hate.

"Oh well, you seemed so depressed today, I thought that I don't know maybe we could…" She pressed herself against him sexily, and nodded toward the crack that his door was open.

"Oh? Oh…" Understanding dawned on his face, and he felt silly and like he was breaking some sort of law turning him down, "Well, Splinters in here. I mean, he's had a rough day too."

"Splinter." Maya repeated, "The kid that you're in gay love with is now in your room?" She hissed.

"It's not like that, c'mon you know I'm not gay! He just felt lonely."

"He has a roommate." Maya scoffed. Zach bit his lip. Had.

"Yeah, well, Camden's not really one to be talking tonight." Not a lie, "In fact, he was asleep and not the most comforting when Splinter came back to his room." Again, not really a lie. Maya shot him a look he couldn't place, and said.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah. And we have this sort of friendship, so you know…" Zach shrugged, "So I love you babe, but just…not tonight. Okay?" Maya groaned and rolled her eyes. She gave Zach a quick peck.

"Goodnight, Martin." She said and sashayed away. Zach went back into his room and stared at Splinter's sleeping body.

"You owe me big time dude. If you knew what I just had to turn down for you." He sighed, shaking his head, and retreated to his own makeshift pillowcase on the floor, but sleep did not come easily that night.

Four weeks passed, and a week after Camden was supposed to return. With some ingenuity on the trio's part (Bailey, Zach, and Splinter) but they forged an email from his parents saying that they decided that Camden's education would best be continued at home. Then, taking a leaf from Ferris Buller's book, they wrote a fake phone number in the letter if Mosby wanted to reach them, and changed the records to say this was his honest to god phone number as well. Bailey played an excellent Mrs. Watson and nothing much was said about Camden after that.

Life progressed as normally as it could for Zach, Bailey, and Splinter. The first week and a half, the teasing about their gay love was unrelenting. Zach punched a kid in the face one day, and Splinter had to be restrained from dislocating a kid's shoulder. Of course this didn't help things much, especially after it seemed that the two were so close that Splinter was giving Cody a run for his money.

"Maybe if we embrace it, things will go away?" Splinter offered a solution after one frustrating day when Zach's locker had been painted in rainbow colors.

So they did. Every time someone laughed and jabbed them with mean remarks, they did their gosh darn best to pretend that they really were gay, but then Zach would usually turn right away and kiss Maya, making students at first confused, then wary, and then all together tired. It seemed to disappear, now that they were laughing with the students than being upset. Maya disapproved, but as long as she was still getting kissed and Splinter had moved back to his room, she couldn't argue much.

But there was one person who just wouldn't let it go. Gemma Bond. She continued to harass him, to the point that Zach was seriously considering hitting a girl. One day at lunch, there was a breaking point.

It wasn't like the words hadn't been said before, the taunts not laughed about, or the fingers not pointed. She wasn't creative, but she was determined. Woody, Addison, Maya, Cody, Bailey, and Splinter all sat together at a table enjoying their lunch when Gemma passed and made a comment when she saw Splinter and Zach trading lunches.

"Zach hates tuna. He grabbed the wrong one." Cody rolled his eyes, "Get a life, Bond."

"Really, this is getting irritating." Splinter agreed.

"Oh please. Did you kiss the sandwich before you gave it to him?" Gemma asked.

"Yes. He gave it a big fat slobbery French kiss imagining it was me and how much he can't wait until we can find an empty broom closet and get it on. Is that what you want to hear?" Zach replied, much in the same fashion he and Splinter had been replying to everything, "In fact, I'm disappointed he didn't jack off on it before he handed it to me so that I could taste him."

"You don't have to keep pretending, Zach. Let's just be honest that it's what you really wanted, right? Stop leading Maya on. Poor girl, right Maya?" She asked. Maya, who'd been catching up on her reading, jumped.

"Leave me out of this. I know he's not gay. That's so last week news." She grumbled.

"I think that you're just angry that your little plan with Camden backfired." Bailey interjected, "Right? And now you are alone to face the consequences of your stupidity."

"Splinter scared him away. I know he did. He wouldn't just disappear. He wouldn't just leave-,"

"You?" Cody finished, "I thought he was dating Kennedy? Why would he date you, or even think about you?"

"Or maybe she's mad that Maya didn't break up with Cody, because we all know she's wanted him since freshman year." Bailey mused out loud, as if Gemma wasn't standing pale-faced and gripping her lunch tray hard, looking at Zach.

"Yep, damn shame." Zach chuckled, gently taking Maya's hand. She gripped it protectively, glaring at Gemma.

She didn't know what to do. "Camden wouldn't have just left. What did you do?" She said, "Did you go back to the room and break his bones for what he did? I heard you say your revenge would be something you could be kicked out for. Such good timing, with his parents decided to take him away."

Splinter stiffened, the subject of his late roommate a touchy subject still, and her words close to the ugly truth. "I was just going to do something harmless, like, I don't know, burn his textbooks." He rolled his eyes, but there was fear behind them. Fear he'd be killed too.

"Gemma, do us a favor and leave our lunch in peace, please?" Maya asked. Gemma turned away sharply on her heel, and Zach scoffed.

"Good riddance, you little fucker." He muttered under his breath with an angered glance at Splinter, who shared a similar look at the girl.

"Who knew that Gemma Bond was such a bitch?" he agreed. Gemma must have heard because she, at the table over, set her food of her tray and came back and in between them slammed it hard against both their heads.

"My hand slipped. Oops." She said sickly sweet and walked away.

"Goddamn." Zach felt his head and his eyes widened when he touched a small cut on his temple, "That wicked girl."

"I seem to be unscathed." Splinter felt about his head, "Nasty temper. I understand why Camden didn't want her."

"Zach are you okay?" Maya fussed over him immediately, turning his head to see the damage.

"I'm fine-ow!" He began to say but her fingers brushed a tender spot.

"You need to go to the nurse." Maya said, licking a napkin and dabbing the blood.

"It's already stopping. Sides, I haven't eaten yet." He ate it like a wolf, and laughed when he got to the bottom, "Hey Splinter, good thing we traded, or else you'd be dead." He took out a slip of paper, and reminded himself that the children's game of assassin was still continuing. It was hard, when he knew deep in his heart, there was a real game going on the ship, one where you didn't just get eliminated from a prize, but from life. Splinter looked around to see which person was watching him and waiting for him to unknowing find it, and eyed Ling Panda. He waved to the Asian boy, who cussed.

"At least I know who to watch out for." He shrugged.

"At least you guys are still in the game." Woody said sadly, looking at his tacos with sadness.

"It was an accident. Anyone could have fallen for it." Cody tried to make his room-mate feel better at the fact he was killed by getting lured by free Mexican food. Really, only Woody would have fallen for it, but it was a rough subject. Everyone else at the table was still in the game. Reina, who was finishing a project, had been eliminated as well by water dart.

Cody was the best so far, much to Zach's annoyance, by already on his eighteenth target. But then again, Bailey, Zach, and Splinter's interest in the game had paled after…that night. Zach shuddered just thinking about it all.

"Well, I'm going to go and lay down for a bit. Maybe see the nurse." Zach stood up, stretching and wincing.

"I'm going back to the room. I'll walk with you." Bailey said, and Zach tried not to smile. The Kettlecorn girl was okay, he had realized.

"I'll come too." Maya offered immediately, but Zach pushed her back down.

"No, you just eat. Come by my room after you've finished eating. Okay?" Maya sighed, and stood to look at his head again, "I might have to talk to Gemma about this." She murmured to herself.

"Not even worth it, babe." Zach shook his head.

Maya looked torn, and glanced to where Gemma had her back turned eating slowly, "If you say so." She said slowly.

"I do. Now eat. I'm not going to die before lunch is over." He laughed and Bailey quivered too, but her laughter was forced. Maya grinned.

"Fine."

The walk back to their rooms was mostly silent, because every time he began to say something to Bailey, he lost his courage. Lately he was beginning to remember why he'd liked her in those first few days. She was strong, emotionally that was. She seemed to be handling it all just fine. Like a kid dying was nothing, she just continued on with life. Perhaps she wasn't as bad as he'd originally thought.

"She's just angry she can't have you." Bailey said suddenly.

"Gemma? Yeah, guess so. I mean, sticks and stones will break my bones but words can never hurt me?" He scratched his head sheepishly. Bailey's jaw twitched.

"It's okay, I know it hurts. I understand. Words do hurt." She bit her lip, "But it hardly matters anymore who had the camera, right?" She murmured. Zach gave a shuddering breath, because he wasn't sleeping right since it happened.

"No." He agreed. They had reached their rooms, or at least Bailey in hers.

"Well, good luck." She saluted him with two fingers, "You're next target is Godric, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's the one." He glanced at the crumpled sheet, passed down by who knows how many people, "That kid will be tough. But, I'm sure I can win." He let a little cockiness seep into his voice, the attitude he had before that night.

"Well, even so, good luck."

"Yeah, you too." He went back to his room for free period and decided to make a plan to get back into the game and stop worrying about Camden. Although it clearly wasn't an accident, the person who had killed him was most likely long gone or it was a revenge sort of thing now that it had been a whole moth. Yes, he needed to get back into life. He hadn't slept over with Maya in three weeks! It was painful, honestly.

But he just, in good conscience, couldn't. Not really. It felt a little wrong the first time since he'd invited her into his room for the night, after Mosby had passed. And he had gotten up fine, but had a nagging feeling about something wrong and she'd sensed it and they just slept curled up together. Whatever it was, it was very irritating and severely messing with his cycle.

He pushed it from his mind, and thought about Gemma. She was kind of sad, wasn't she? Not just pathetic sad as she was reduced to taunting him about something so…so…last month, but also really sad and depressed. He asked Sophia, her roommate about it the next day.

"I don't know. I guess, well, Camden was supposed to ask her to the end of the year dance." Sophia shrugged, softly as she found work on her pristine table, or rearranging pens in a line over and over, "She hasn't contacted him at all. He just…stopped talking to her. I mean, she's said she's been really sad before, but never depressed."

"Gemma could have gotten any guy she wanted," Zach scoffed, thinking of the slick personality and the way guys fawned over her.

"Not you. And not Camden." Sophia picked up her books, snatching her pens in one hand, "Now please, stop talking to me."

Zach watched her go, and sighed. Poor Gemma. Poor bitchy Gemma.

On Sunday, he and Splinter were returning from playing some hoops on the court so he could meet with his twin for a brotherly dinner with some studying. The halls were flooded with people, all students, who paced up and down.

"Whoa, what's going on?" Zach called out but no one answered. Splinter was shouldering his way through, frowning in deep thought.

"What the hell?" He asked a kid in their calc class.

"I'm trying to figure it out too! They've shut down the senior halls." He said.

"C'mon, I'm all sweaty and my money's in my room!" Zach complained, "This is BS." With force, he pushed his way into the area that was supposed to lead them to their room, but was shoved back by guards.

"Really, I'm a senior. I need to get to my room." Zach pulled out his student ID.

"I'm sorry, but no one can be let in yet." The officer said monotone, without looking down. Zach opened his mouth for a few choice words, but Splinter pulled him back.

"Didn't you say you know the air vent systems in the boat?" He asked, whispering in Zach's ear (which made a couple people half-heartedly joke about their gay love, but it was really no fun anymore).

Zach nodded, and the two left with little commotion and no one following.

He pried the air vents open, and squeezed in. He remembered it being a lot bigger a bit back, and so it was a bit of a workout to maneuver his body in. Once inside though, he felt like he was greeting an old friend as he crawled around.

"Okay, this one should lead us too our rooms-damn, looks like there's guards walking around. We may have to take a detour." He decided, turning sharply and leading him deep into the girl's rooms.

There was no one around when they pushed themselves out, heaving and sweating harder than before. At the end of the hall at the T, people were running around and he heard Mosby's voice commanding people and things. There was the sound of someone crying to Zach's left, away from where it seemed the problem was. Splinter took one look at Zach, and they both walked cautiously toward the sound.

Sophie had her knees pulled up to her face, and her heaves of sorrow echoed loudly. "Sophie?" Zach balanced carefully, leaning down. She looked up, her face wild and eyes filled with tears.

"What's going on? Why can't we be let into the halls?" Splinter pushed.

"G…G…Gemma." Sophie stuttered, "She…she…" Sophie began sobbing all over once again, leaving the two boys looking at each other.

"Should we check it out?" Splinter asked.

"Carefully, sneakily." Zach whispered back for Sophie's benefit.

They rounded to where the girl's rooms were, and noticed and saw it blocked off, but items were laying on a table. Farther down, they saw a white covered body, surrounded by people. Everyone seemed too busy to notice the two boys who slipped around.

"Gemma…killed herself." Splinter said, drawing Zach's attention to the suicide note, in which she explained how she had been unhappy for a long time, and Camden leaving was just the last straw.

"Oh god." Zach whispered, and spied the pill bottle with Sophia's name on the table next to the note.

"I don't think it was." Splinter was rapidly shaking his head.

"What?" Zach asked stupidly.

"Suicide." Splinter cast a sad gaze at the sheet over her body, "I won't believe it. She wasn't that sad."

"Dude, we didn't know. I mean, it's horrible but-,"

"Two deaths. Two. Even suicide. I just… I don't think it was." He walked toward the stateroom.

"What are you doing?" Zach furiously whispered.

"Clues!" Splinter replied back. Zach shook his head; this kid was more reckless than he was. He entered the room and at once a funny feeling came over him.

"What?" Splinter noticed in the middle of searching the ground.

"I feel like I've smelled this scent before." Zach scratched his head.

"Spilled perfume? Hardly evidence, since it seems to be her own, it's not that strong, but strong enough that it's on her bed and stuff. Like she was laying here." He dismissed.

"I dunno. Smells like a girly scent Cody would pick out. I just feel like I know it from somewhere else."

Splinter shot Zach a funny look, and his face shifted.

"You do, huh?"

"What?" Zach asked. Splinter picked up a strand of fabric on the floor, and examined it.

"I just, want to figure this out." He tucked the strand into his pocket, "I know I will."