Badfic Manor

[While Elizabeth is waiting for her blackberry to load up, Shiki gets up from where he was sat and cups his hands around his mouth, emphasising the fact that he's about to yell as loud as possible..]

OI-! 

[Elizabeth visibly jumps in fright as the feed comes on, before clearing her throat and starting to speak]

Good morning everyone, I apologise if either I or...my companion here woke you up, but we've discovered a situation. One which needs everyones urgent attention. The Manor house itself is infested by the monsters which we all spent last week fighting and avoiding, which is why both Shiki and I would like to request a mandatory meeting. It will be held by the lake in an hour, and it would benefit all of us if everyone attends and contributes their ideas on how we can turn this situation back into our favour.

[The blackberry is suddenly taken out of her hands, and Shiki appears on screen, his expression stern]

I'm aware that I'm the last person you all want to be hearing this from, but if we want our 'home', if you can call it that, back, then we need to work objectively and effeciently. I'm not attempting to force anyone to attend this meeting - both Elizabeth and I are merely recognising the need for urgency.

[In the background, Elizabeth doesn't look overly thrilled that he used her first name so informally, but of course she says nothing. Before he ends the feed, he glances back at the blackberry]

See you all in an hour.

[He cuts the feed]

[The feed will just show Elizabeth sat against the pillows on her bed, reading. Anne's ghost appears to be restless, and is talking at Elizabeth, without much response from her. When she silently asks her a question and Elizabeth doesn't respond, she gets up and storms over, ripping the book from her daughters hands, and throwing it across the room. She then starts to shout angrily at Elizabeth, who simply gets off the bed and goes to get her book back. When she turns back, her tone is calm, but clipped.]

I have nothing more to say to you.

[This time sitting out of view of the camera in the window seat, the feed now just shows Anne' ghost, looking like a spoilt child who just had just been denied a privelege.   She points at her daughter and says something to her, most likely something accusing or spiteful]


Well, I suppose it's lucky that he's not like that then, isn't it?

[As the storm outside continued to worsen, Elizabeth had been glad to find that the Author had at least left warm clothing for her to wear. Luckily, there were several layers to the skirt of her dress, so that helped keep her warm. She was sat by the window of the apartment she and Ichabod were sharing, watching the snow and ice cascade down the grey skies. Very vaguely, through the sheets of white, she could see the red glow of the safehouse's sign.]
 

I wonder if everyone else is safe..