{Twelvth Case} Where does love go when it dies? (In Person)

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[There wasn't much to be said when work had to be done and Ichabod was no exception. He felt something pang in his chest and rushed out of the lab where he was working on a few experiments. With a quick opening of the door, he looked around with a scowl. Something wasn't right.

He ran up the staircase and toward Elizabeth's room. Just as he was about to knock on the door, his fist stops in mid swing and looks at the now empty plaque. His breath hitched with widened eyes.]

No.....this cannot be.

[His hand drops to its side and slowly he turned the knob to open the now empty room. His heart sank which showed visibly on his face. Slowly he turns away and closes the door, closing his eyes to push down the tears that were threatening to come. It was too hard to not notice that Ichabod was alone once again but this time the scar on his shoulder ached more than ever. His hand touched the pained flesh as he turned to walk away.]

I'm glad your home....and do be well.