i dream ... but this time my dream is not fragmented . i walk into a large room , the walls of which are lined with shelves and shelves of knickknacks : miniature figurines and thimbles and tin toys that look as if they were made in a different century . i do n't get a closer look , because a woman with long , flowing red hair steps out from behind one of the walls of
shelves

if the professor decided to lock him up for mental instability then ... oh , well ... the truth was the better way to go . '' i ... well ... every once in a while . '' '' is it a male or female ? '' malique was hesitant to respond . he needed answers , so he figured he might as well talk to the
professor

rayner : something about motive , perhaps ? agnes : oh yes , the will , she said , the will . rayner : exactly what did she say ? agnes : she said , i 've made out a new will . i want you to burn it in the fireplace in my bedroom . rayner : what did she say about the contents of the
will