[Ichabod had his nose in a book and saw the forming crowd around a familiar face. The taller Namek, well taller than himself, was looking inside a door of someone's room and his brow furrowed. He dogeared the page, closed his book and approached his apprentice.]

Dende? Is something the....

[Then the sight of the young officer laying in his bed caught his attention and his breath hitched. He pushed his way inside to take a look at the body.]

Oh dear.....