Christian woke up, angry and frustrated. It was still light outside and he'd been woken again by old memories. He got up to walk around inside and ran into Lissa, who wore a similar mask of cool disinterest.
"Lissa"
"Christian"
"What are you doing up so early?"
"I could ask you the same question."
"I was having trouble sleeping, so I thought I might go and check on Rose. She's not coping well."
Lissa's face fell as she spoke of her best friend. Christian hated to see her like this. He hated it even more to see Rose like this. Rose had always been a fighter and now she had given up.
"Lissa, we have to do something," he said, "I'm sick and tired of all this unknown. These bastards killed our friends and they may as well have killed Rose too. They've torn apart families and slaughtered 200 innocent people. And so far, we've done nothing. Please, Liss."
Lissa looked up at his face, full of anger and passion. He was right. These sick murderers couldn't be allowed to get away with this. Not if she had her way. She nodded at Christian. "Follow me."
The two entered a room full of guardians furiously working away, scouring documents and studying the horrific photographs of the crime scene. One of the guardians looked up.
"I'm so sorry your highness," he said gently, "There is nothing more you can do here."
Christian heard the truth in his voice and manoeuvred Lissa out of the crowded room. She wore a look of determination on her face, before storming back in.
"Guardian Malik, I wish to be given a copy of all those who were found deceased."
"As you wish, your highness."
The list was handed over and Lissa thanked him before leading Christian back to her room. She went through court records finding out where all of them lived, who their families were and how to contact them. As the sun set, Lissa and Christian parted ways, each holding a list of people to visit and question. Lissa wanted answers, and she wouldn't give up until she had them.