There was a rather numb feeling filling April as she entered Napoleon's office and handed over the slim envelope. Such a small thing to have cost two lives.

"No need for any details now, Miss Dancer. Mister Waverly wants to see us in the morning. Try and get some rest."

"Yes, sir."

April went to her room and, once inside and alone, the enormity hit her. The sleep darts weren't supposed to kill. Well, technically they didn't. The fall had done that - she had caused that fall. Taken a life.

She barely made it to the toliet.