You wander back into the room where the refreshments are. You are not hungry, but you simply wanted to leave that strange man. You look around the room and you spot a glimmer of light in the corner of the room. You walk over to it only to discover that it is a gold nugget! It is a shined and polished nugget of pure gold. You pick it up and it is only about three feet circumference and about twenty pounds. Ms. Wiggans must be wealthy! She must be worth millions!!! Would she miss this rock? No other guests are around!\n\n[[Steal the gold|gold]]\n[[Put the gold back|morality]]

"You aren't thinking about stealing that, are you?"\n\nA voice jolts you away from the act of stealing the rock, and the shock makes you drop it. Swiftly, you turn around to face a young man. He is around your age with brown hair that has been untouched by the grey hairs of age. He is short however, and reaches full height at just the tip your shoulder. He is clean shaven, however, and wears a blue and white striped polo and black trousers. \n\n"No no no...no. Of course not!" you stammer while trying to feign innocence. " I was... uh.. I was"\n\n"Don't worry about it," he interrupts. "The old bat wouldn't even remember that she had gold if you took it. However, it would be difficult for you to take it home." he eyes your attire. \n\nHe is right. You have no way to hide it. You are not even wearing a jacket to hide the rock, and you certainly cannot just walk out with it. \n\n"If you wait, I will go get my backpack and you can put it in that," the stranger continues.\n\n[[Nod your head in acceptance|nod]]\n[[Try to maintain guiltlessness and ask who he is|fiancesTale]]

"Oh! My! I should cut back on some these. I do have to watch my cholesterol at this age," he chuckles. However, Ms. Wiggans always did know how to throw a party. I guess I have always loved that about her..." his voice trails off.\n\nYou ask how he knows Ms. Wiggans.\n\n"Oh, well Ms. Wiggans and I go back a far ways. We both went to Calgary University in 1964. We have stayed in touch every since. In fact, I am her general practitioner," he beams. \n\n"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I see you too have met! This is my favorite doctor in the whole world!" Ms. Wiggans screeches as she squeezes the doctor who seems to be enjoying it. \n\nYou say that the two seem to have quite the history.\n\n"Oh! Dr. Bernard and I go way back to college! 1964 right, dear?" she asks while turning to the doctor who nods furiously. \n"Yes, 1964! That was while I was young and wuite lovely!"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly Ms. Wiggans. You haven't aged a day" Dr Bernard tenderly says.\n\n[[Ask if the two of them are dating|date]]\n[[go mingle with other guests to avoid this PDA|fiance]]\n\n

Walk right out of the room while Ms. Wiggans chases after you. She is crying and begs you not to leave. She is making such a spectacle and all of the guests are looking at you. Keep pushing your way through the crwod and reach out for the front doorknob. You just want to go home and get away from this place. As you turn the knob, a hand grabs your hand. It is the hand of the tearful and hysterical Ms. Wiggans.\n\n"Please, I am sorry, don't go!" Ms. Wiggans stammers.\n\nYou shake her hand off and walk through the front door. \n\nYou call the police, but you never get an operator. You call multiple times, but no one ever answers. Frustrated, you collapse ont your couch. Withing minutes, you fall asleep. \n\nThe next morning, the Police are at your front door. They say that Ms. Wiggans had been murdered last night. You are taken into custody on suspicion of murder. \n\nYou are tried and convicted as John Barrowman. You spend the rest of your life in jail. Did you do it?\n

Congratulations. You have been invited to the Christmas party of Ms. Wiggans, your elderly, weird, and eccentric neighbor. From what you can tell on your brief encounters (mostly you running to your mailbox and back without being noticed by the frantically waving Ms. Wiggans), she lives alone with her two cats. She must be a lonely old thing and so out of pity, you find yourself on the front step of her house\n\n[[Ring the doorbell|doorbell]]\n\n[[Turn around in order to leave|turn]]\n

"Oh this weather makes my sciatica and gout ache so! I just don't know what I shall do!" cries Ms. Wiggans\n\n"My dear lady, that herbal remedy isn't helping?" the good doctor asks with concern.\n\nShe responds, "Oh, darling. I tried it but it makes my heart races so!"\n\n"That's peculiar," he says with a tone of concern. He looks down and runs his fingers through his beard before he says, "Well, dear. How much are you taking?" \n\nMs. Wiggans chuckles out a, "Oh I don't deal with dosages! My fiance takes care of all of that!" \n\n[[Ask what the herb is|herb]]\n[[Get your food and start eating to avoid conversation|munch]]

"Darling, speak to me... what's wrong," the Ms. Wiggans is only a few steps away. \n\nJohn Barrowman has seemed to disappear. You are not disappointed because you have not decided if you actually like him or not. Anyway, you don't need any witnesses. \n\nYou turn to the right and grab the gold nugget. You lift it and exert all of your force down onto the feeble and defenseless Ms. Wiggans. She utters no sound, and quietly slinks to the ground under the force of you and the gold nugget. \n\nThe formerly polished nugget is now drenched in blood. You look down and Ms. Wiggans is lying on the floor with blood and brain matter oozing from her head. \n\nYou need to get out, quickly. Quite quickly, in fact, or else you will be discovered.\n\n[[leave out the front door|leaveMurder]]\n[[Break a window|window]]

You go into the refreshment room, and find John Barrowman looking at the gold nugget. \n\nYou ask him if he knows anything about the Alconite Dr. Bernard is prescribing to Ms. Wiggans. \n\n"Of course I do," he sharply responds with his back still turned to you. \n\nYou ask if, perhaps, this Alconite is having ill effects on her.\n\n"Probably," he responds carelessness. He straightens his back, looks up, and quickly states, "No. I know it is."\n\nThis is incredibly suspicious. You ask if he is poisoning Ms. Wiggans. \n\nHe turns to face you and to your shock, he says, "Who cares? She is going to die anyway. Look at this nugget. It could help solve all of your financial problems. I'll help you steal it and want nothing in return. Do you want to steal it?"\n\n[[Agree that you do want to steal it|nod]]\n[[Waste no more time and call the police|police]]

You express your gratitude for the invitation to her party.\n\n"Why, of course dear" she responds shaking her head "! Why wouldn't I invite you? Don't be silly!" \n\nHer high pitched voice annerves you and makes you want to shake her. But you must keep her hands to yourself. \n\nYou say something along the lines of "Well we hardly know each other so it is very kind of you to open your home..."\n\nBut before you can finish your statement, She grabs a guest by the arm and brings her into the group. \n\n"Oh Jannine! I simply must introduce you!" Ms. Wiggans interrupts your statement, yet excitedly turns to you presenting the guest and continues, "Dear, this is Jannine. Jannine I know you don't need to be introduced. This is him! The one I have been telling you about!"\n\nTelling about? Ms. Wiggans talks about you? Why on earth would she tell anyone about you? What does she even know about you?\n\n"Honey, this is my best friend Jannine. We worked at the bank together, you know. How many years ago was that, Jannine? Ten years ago? I can't even remember! I am such an old lady!" Ms. Wiggans chuckles.\n\nJannine quickly retorts, "Oh, you silly thing! If you are old that means I am old, and I simply refuse to believe that!"\n\nThe two women chuckle\n\n\n[[Say that you hate to disturb, but you are simply famished|food]]\n[[Ask how the two met|Janine]]

You decide to leave the party and approach Ms. Wiggans. You apologize for any disturbances you may have caused and leave the party. \n\nOn the way home, you call the police, but you never get an operator. You call multiple times, but no one ever answers. Frustrated, you enter your home and collapse onto your couch. Withing minutes, you fall asleep. \n\nThe next morning, the Police are at your front door. They say that Ms. Wiggans had been murdered last night. You are questioned, but they say that they already have a suspect in custody.\n\nYou later find out that Dr. Bernard has been arrested for murder and is being tried. Justice prevails, you guess. Later that day, you are cleaning out your medicine cabinet. You find Alconite in your medicine cabinet. How did it get there? Did the doctor really murder Ms. Wiggans?\n

You read the symptoms. It is a poison! The uses of it as a herbal remedy are strongly advised against. Although he is a doctor, you worry for the safety of Ms. Wiggans because you are a good neighbor. Doctors usually do not prescribe lethal herbs to their patients. Perhaps her fiance may know some more information. Should you confront the doctor? Should you confront John Barrowman? Should you confront Ms. Wiggans? Should you call 911? Or should you just leave the party?\n\n[[Confront Dr. Bernard|Bernard]]\n[[Confront Ms. Wiggans|Wiggans]]\n[[Call the police|police]]\n[[Leave the party|leave]]

"Dear who are you talking to?" a female voice calls. \n\nYou turn around to see Ms. Wiggans in the doorframe. \n\n"Honey! WHO are you talking to?" She asks again.\n\nYou turn to John Barrowman who has a smug grin on his face and whispers, "She is talking to you."\n\nYou turn your head very confused, and say that you are talking to John.\n\nMs. Wiggans laughs, "Oh, Honey, everybody talks to themselves!"\n\nTalk to yourself? You are talking to John! You turn back to him and he has an evil grin across his face. You cannot process your thoughts. \n\nMs. Wiggans comes closer to you, and you feel very uncomfortable. Suddenly, she kisses you on the lips. Why is she kissing you? She is engaged!\n\nYou jerk back and start, "What?! What are you doing?"\n\nPuzzlement and shock cover Ms. Wiggans' face. "I am kissing my fiance! What is wrong with you?" she cries out. Her voice then turns serious. "Honey. What is wrong?"\n\nYou look at John Barrowman and he begins to laugh at you. Ms. Wiggans starts to cry. You are angry and confused. What are they trying to say? You must do something!\n\n[[Get gold nugget and hit her in the head|murderTwo]]\n[[Just leave the party with full intention of never returning|Leave]]

John beams and starts to detail, "I knew I liked you! We should meet back here to steal the gold nug..."\n\n"Dear, who are you talking to?" a woman's voice calls.\n\nMs. Wiggans in standing in the doorframe looking inquisitively at you. "Dear, to whom are you talking? And what is this about the gold nugget?" she asks stepping further and further into the room. \n\nYou look around in a panic.\n\n[[Pick up rock and hit Ms. Wiggans in the head|murder]]\n[[Insist that you were talking to John Barrowman|who]]

You look around and you decide to jump out the window. You throw the gold nugget through the glass. The glass shatters and you hear the crowd's reaction in the next room. You must act quickly. You jump through the window, and, as a result, cut your abdomen and left leg on the broken glass. The adrenaline is pumping, and you grab the nugget and run. You run towards your car, fling open the door, and throw the nugget into the passenger's seat. You slam the door, and thankfully, your car's ignition cranks immediately. \n\nYou start driving. Where will you go? What if you get caught? What will become of you?

You snatch a nearby tablecloth off the table with the plates on it. Although the plates fall and break, you take no notice. You wrap the gold nugget in the tablecloth. Although blood begins to seep into the tablecloth, you walk through the doorframe towards the exit. Surprisingly, only one or two guests notice you, but they don't seem to notice your bloody package. You exit the house and begin to run towards your home. You set the tableclothed nugget onto your living room table and lie down on your couch. Within minutes, you are fast asleep. \n\nYou awaken to a knock on your door. It is the police. They tell you that Ms. Wiggans has been murdered and her heart sinks when you realize that last night was not a dream. The police find your bloody evidence on the table, and you are arrested. \n\nYou spend the rest of your life in jail. Was it worth it?

The Mystery of Ms. Wiggans

You wait in the dark corner as the infamous Ms. Wiggans keeps approaching. John Barrowman has seemed to disappear. You are not disappointed because you have not decided if you actually like him or not. Anyway, you don't need any witnesses. \nNo other guests are in the room. You don't know how you would be able to escape the room with this nugget, but it doesn't matter. If you escape with this rock, your financial troubles will be over. \n\n"Darling, speak to me... what's wrong," the Ms. Wiggans approaches closer and is only a few steps away. \n\nYou turn to the right and grab the gold nugget. You lift it and exert all of your force down onto the feeble and defenseless Ms. Wiggans. She utters no sound, and quietly slinks to the ground under the force of you and the gold nugget. \n\nThe formerly polished nugget is now drenched in blood. You look down and Ms. Wiggans is lying on the floor with blood and brain matter oozing from her head. \n\nYou need to get out, quickly. Quite quickly, in fact, or else you will be discovered.\n\n[[leave out the front door|leaveMurder]]\n[[Break a window|window]]

"I guess I am her fiance." John says in a tone of indifference. "Even though I am an excellent art dealer, I have come upon some difficult financial times. People are not buying and selling art as they ought. Ms. Wiggans is one of my few customers. Although she buys questionable art, she is comfortable financially."\n\nYou ask if he really loves her. \n\n"I don't know. Do you?" curtly, he responds. \n\n[[Embarrassed, excuse yourself, and leave the party|leave]]\n[[Embarrassed, excuse yourself, and go back to the food table|fianceFood]]

"Well, Ms. Wiggans starts, "We met back in 1964..."\n\nWow. They go back to the time you parents were barely born. Speaking of which, you probably need to call your mother. You get lost in your thoughts before you are snapped back into reality.\n\n"And that was really it. Of course you already know the story dear," Ms. Wiggans says to you with some slight confusion. \n\nYou have never heard this story before. This old lady MUST be losing it, poor thing. You must change the atmosphere. \n\n[["Excuse me. I think I shall go mingle with other guests|fiance]]\n[["Oh I am so sorry! I do not remember this. Perhaps I need some air|fiance]]

"Why of course, Dear you must be starving! It's right in the next room!"\n\nYou thank her and make your way to the next room. You try not to think about the fact that you could be binging on Netflix instead of being at this party. You are failing. \n\nYou make it to the table, and there is an abundance of food! You start filling your plate. \n\n"Oh my gosh! She got the little wieners!!"\n\nYou see the wieners and turn to see who is grabbing all of them.\n\nThere is a man who seems to be in his sixties with wire rimmed glasses and a snow white beard. You would think he was santa clause, but his red suit is replaced with a white shirt, brown cardigan, and grey slacks. \n\nHe is still voraciously attacking the wieners.\n\n[[Give him an evil look and tell him to stop attacking the weiners|Doctor]]\n[[Try to make polite conversation with him in order to attempt to get some of those delicious weiners before he gets the all|Doctor]]

"You know about the herb," he says with a puzzled look on his face.\nWhy should you know what herbs Ms. Wiggans takes? You are not her pharmacist!\n\nDr. Bernard continues, "However it is popular in Asia. It comes from the plant "Monkshood" and is used to treat a wide array of ailments. Like I said, you should know this. Maybe you have forgotten the name of it,"he says with a condencending tone and chuckle. "It is 'Alconite'."\n\nYou have heard of this. You did learn some things in college. Alconite is a poison. It has been used in the past to kill people. \n\n[[Keep eaing and listening to the conversation|munch]]\n[[Excuse yourself, and look up the poison on the internet|wikipedia]]

Before your finger even touches the doorbell, the door flies open! \n\n"HELLO, Dear!!! Merry Christmas! How ARE you!!!!! Come inside, dear!" is shouted to you. \n\nHere is the infamous Ms. Wiggans. The person you have been avoiding since you have moved into the neighborhood two years ago. You are beginning to regret this decision. \n\nBefore you can react, She is squeezing you and kissing you on the cheek. She drags you through the door and bursts,"I am so happy that you are here! I cannot contain myself!"\n\n\n[[Thank Ms. Wiggans for the invitation|gratitude]]\n\n[[Ask to be pointed to the Hors D'Oeuvres table|food]]

"Well, I am sure the dosage just isn't high enough! How about you swing by my office Monday Morning, and I will give you a higher dosage?"\n"Oh, of course," Ms. Wiggans chuckles. After all, you are the doctor. Besides, I will take any excuse to come visit you!"\n"You have no idea what that means to me. If only you could stay forever"\nYou throw your plate away in order to get away from this extremely odd exchange. However. You do feel a little suspicious.\n\n[[Look up the herb on the internet|wikipedia]]\n[[Decide to call it a night and leave|leave]]

The doctor is at still using the wieners to help console his pain. The sight of you jerks him from his binge and he grunts, "Oh! Hello again."\n\nYou exchange salutations again and ask him of his relations with Ms. Wiggans. \n\n\n"Oh, well Ms. Wiggans and I go back a far ways. We both went to Calgary University in 1964. We have stayed in touch every since. In fact, I am her general practitioner," he beams. But his face turns back to sadness as he says, "But that doesn't seem to matter very much. You cannot possibly know some enough, much less marry them in three months, but..."\n \n\n"Oh! Dr. Bernard!" He is interrupted! You are simply going to clean me out of these appetizers!" Ms. Wiggans exclaims in a jovial yet sneering manner. \n\n"I'm sorry, Ms. Wiggans. They are so delightful, I...I...I... couldn't help myself. You know how hard it is for an old bachelor to get a decent meal," he stammered\n\n"Well," she responds with a sigh. "It does make an old woman's day to see a man enjoy her food so."\n\n"Oh, don't be silly Ms. Wiggans. You haven't aged a day" Dr Bernard tenderly says.\n\nYou find their exchange odd. The Doctor seems to be fond of Ms. Wiggans even though she is engaged.\n[[Try to be sociable and comment on weather|weather]]\n[[Try to come up with an excuse, and leave the party|leave]]

"Oh! My! I should cut back on some these. I do have to watch my cholesterol at this age," he chuckles. However, Ms. Wiggans always did know how to throw a party. I guess I have always loved that about her..." his voice trails off.\n\nYou ask how he knows Ms. Wiggans.\n\n"Oh, well Ms. Wiggans and I go back a far ways. We both went to Calgary University in 1964. We have stayed in touch every since. In fact, I am her general practitioner," he beams. \n\n"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I see you too have met! This is my favorite doctor in the whole world!" Ms. Wiggans screeches as she squeezes the doctor who seems to be enjoying it. \n\nYou say that the two seem to have quite the history.\n\n"Oh! Dr. Bernard and I go way back to college! 1964 right, dear?" she asks while turning to the doctor who nods furiously. \n"Yes, 1964! That was while I was young and wuite lovely!"\n\n"Oh, don't be silly Ms. Wiggans. You haven't aged a day" Dr Bernard tenderly says.\n\nYou find their exchange odd. The Doctor seems to be fond of Ms. Wiggans.\n[[Try to be sociable and comment on weather|weather]]\n[[Try to come up with an excuse, and leave the party|leave]]

"Well," he starts. "Even though I am an excellent art dealer, I have come upon some difficult financial times. People are not buying and selling art as they ought. Ms. Wiggans is one of my few customers. Although she buys questionable art, she is comfortable financially. So, I proposed to her a little while ago. It pays the bills."\n\nYou ask if he really loves her. \n\n"I don't know," curtly, he responds. "Do you?"\n\n[[Embarrassed, excuse yourself, and leave the party|leave]]\n[[Embarrassed, excuse yourself, and go back to the food table|foodthree]]

You apologize for the disturbance and thank you for the invitation. Ms. Wiggans accepts them, but you know that the odd relationship between you is just incredible uncomfortable now. You go home to the peaceful quiet of your home.\n\n\nThe next week, Ms. Wiggans is found dead. \n\nYou are questioned\n\nDr. Bernard is taken into custody on suspicions of murder, but the case is still odd, to stay the least. It's too bad that you didn't react differently. Maybe you should have called the police. You might have made a difference. But it's too late now, isn't it. You are going to have to live with your decision. And, the consequences.

"Well," Jannine chuckles as she begins her story. "Ms. Wiggans was my trainer that my first day at the bank! Oh, Dear Ms. Wiggans! Do you remember when we pulled that horrible prank we pulled on old Mr. Driggers?"\n\nThe two women chuckle and start to talk about the old days.\n\nYou are getting bored and start to think of excuses to escape this awkward social experience. \n\n[[Ask if there are any refreshments around|food]]\n[[Excuse yourself to mingle with other guests|fiance]]

You ask if Ms. Wiggans and Dr. Bernard are dating.\n\nMs. Wiggans blushes and cries out, "Oh no! Of course not! We are only dear friends!"\n\nWhile she continues her defenses, you turn to look at the poor doctor. He is quite crestfallen and his demeanor has turned to melancholy. What a poor guy. He has been in the friend-zone since 1964. \n\nYou are snatched out of your thoughts by Ms. Wiggans "No, no, no! I am engaged! You know that! You cannot accuse me of such things. Dear, why would you say such things?!?!?!" she implores with an odd expression. \n\nYou cannot tell if she is guilty or fearful. you turn to Dr. Bernard and he is leering at you with a disgusted look. \n\nAwkwardly, you try to change the subject.\n\n\n[[Try to change the mood and ask how the two met|meetingstwo]]

You go to look Ms. Wiggans. You find her talking to Jannine. You grab her elbow and state that you hate to interrupt, but you simply must talk to Ms. Wiggans. \n\nYou pull Ms. Wiggans into the refreshment room. She senses your worried tone and asks what is wrong. \n\nYou express your concerns about her safety and that you are afraid that someone is trying to poison her.\n\nShe laughs heartedly at you. "Who on earth would try to poison me, Dear?" she chuckles. \n\nYou point out that perhaps Dr. Bernard or her fiance.\n\n"My fiance?" she asks troubled. "Darling, what do you mean my fiance?"\n\nYou shake you head and insist that it may be her fiance. \n\n"But, Honey. Why would you try to kill me?" she expresses with concern. "Sweetheart, what is wrong?" \n\nYou respond confused and asks what she is talking about.\n\n"Dear you are my fiance! You are scaring me!" she starts to cry.\n\nIs she crazy? Are you crazy? What should you do?\n\n[[Ignore her and leave to confront John Barrowman|John]]\n[[Leave to call the police|policeWiggans]]

"It is a lovely piece, isn't it?" a voice interrupts.\n\n"I suppose so," you say as you turn around to face John Barrowman. Why can't you seem to shake this guy anymore? \n\n"That's Ms. Wiggans for you. She is so eccentric and mindless. It annoys me greatly," he says while shaking his head. "But this piece! Isn't it lovely?'\n\nYou agree.\n\n"It is worth a great deal of money. Shame is that Ms. Wiggans doesn't even remember that she has this piece," he says sheepishly looking at you.\n\nWhat is he implying? \n\n"You know, I wouldn't blame you if you swiped it. I would steal it personally, but I'm marrying her so I'll be filthy rich!" he bellows. "Would you like me to help you steal this?"\n\n[[Agree to his suggestion. You need money|nod]]\n[[Refuse and leave the room to thank Ms. Wiggans for the invitation and leave the party|leave]]\n

Walk right out of the room while Ms. Wiggans chases after you. She is crying and begs you not to leave. She is making such a spectacle and all of the guests are looking at you. Keep pushing your way through the crowd and reach out for the front doorknob. You just want to go home and get away from this place. As you turn the knob, a hand grabs your hand. It is the hand of the tearful and hysterical Ms. Wiggans.\n\n"Please, I am sorry, don't go!" Ms. Wiggans stammers.\n\nYou shake her hand off and walk through the front door. \n\nThe next morning, the Police are at your front door. They say that Ms. Wiggans had been murdered last night. You are taken into custody on suspicion of murder. \n\nYou are tried and convicted as John Barrowman. You spend the rest of your life in jail. Did you do it?

Walk away from Dr. Bernard. After you approach Ms. Wiggans, you apologize for any disturbances you may have caused and leave the party. \n\nOn the way home, you call the police, but you never get an operator. You call multiple times, but no one ever answers. Frustrated, you enter your home and collapse onto your couch. Within minutes, you fall asleep. \n\nThe next morning, the Police are at your front door. They say that Ms. Wiggans had been murdered last night. You are questioned, but they say that they already have a suspect in custody.\n\nYou later find out that Dr. Bernard has been arrested for murder and is being tried. Justice prevails, you guess. Later that day, you are cleaning out your medicine cabinet. You find Alconite in your medicine cabinet. How did it get there? Did the doctor really murder Ms. Wiggans?\n

You find Dr. Bernard and confront him.\n\n"I...I...I WOULD NEVER HURT HER!" he cries.\n\nYou ask why he is prescribing her poison. \n\n"He starts to break down. Tearfully, he starts, "I didn't want to tell you this. I didn't know how you would react. You know how I love her." Sighing, "I love her dearly, but that doesn't change anything, of course."\n\nHe looks as if he is about to cry. You don't know if you should hug him or something. He starts to cry.\n\nCrying, he barely makes out, "Ms. Wiggans is dying. I cannot help her anymore. There are no drugs out there for her condition. So, when I heard about this Western medicine, I had to try. It is her last hope!"\n\nHe continues to cry. Is he guilty?\n\n[[Believe him and confront John Barrowman|John]]\n[[Refuse to waste any more time and call the police|policetwo]]

You leave the room and start wandering around the house. You see an odd room full of paintings. You enter the room.\n\nA painting of ducks in the corner catches your eye, and you walk up to look at it. \n\n"She always gets the weirdest art pieces. I don't understand it. In fact, the other day, she got a ceramic plate of umbrellas. Who in the world gets a plate with umbrellas on it?"\n\nYou turn to see the face that uttered these words. Next to you a man in his early thirties looks up at the painting at which you are both looking. He is a young man. His brown hair has been untouched by the grey hairs of age. He is short however, and reaches full height at just the tip your shoulder. He is clean shaven, however, and wears a blue and white striped polo and black trousers. \n\nThe man continues, "I just don't understand it. Charlotte has millions of dollars and she spends it on worthless art! If she invested on worthy pieces, her worth would double!"\n\nYou ask how he knows about this.\n\n"Oh how rude of me!" he startled. "I am John Barrowman, art dealer," he says while slipping his card. \n\n[[Ask how the Art Business is going|Despair]]\n[[Ask about his career|careerThree]]

Find Ms. Wiggans and tell her the story. She disregards you still and tells you to stop this teribble game or she will have someone escort you out. \n

You decide to go ahead and leave the party. You thank Ms. Wiggans for the time but insist that you simply must leave. \n\nYou find out one week later that Ms. Wiggans has died under somewhat mysterious circumstances. The police question you and even hold you in custody for a while. But they release you. They arrest Dr. Bernard for murder, but he insists that he didn't do it. You believe him. He loved Ms. Wiggans too much to kill her. It really is too bad you didn't stay at the party longer. You might have learned something. \n\nI guess that you are just going to have to live with that decision. And your curiosity.

Just as you are turning around, the door flies open!\n\n"Woah, woah, woah! You aren't thinking about escaping are you?!?!"\n\nBefore you can respond, she embraces you tightly and kisses you on the cheek. You feel very awkward, but maybe she is just a very affectionate, lonely old lady. \n\nWhile being hugged, you mumble "No," and start making up some story about how you dropped a quarter or had to tie your shoelaces or something.\n\n"Well enough of your silly stories! You simply must come on in and join the festivities!!! I simply cannot wait to introduce you to everyone!"\n\n\nWhen you cross the threshold, you see a host of people. You did not know this crazy old lady knew so many people! Scanning the room, you realize that you know no one besides Ms. Wiggans.\n\n[[Ask if there are any refreshments|food]]\n\n[[Stay and thank Ms. Wiggans for the inviation|gratitude]]

"Well, I am an art dealer. I handle all sorts of art mediums. I deal with ceramics, paintings, drawings, charcoal pieces, pastel pieces, oil paintings, acrylic paintings," he says with pride. "Oh! One time, I got to sell one of Rembrandt's pieces for 6.2 million dollars!"\n\nHe rambles on about his work while you try to contain a yawn. Is this guy for real. You eyes and mind begin to wander until he finally interrupts you daydreaming. \n\n"Well, now. What do you do?" \n\nOh this is the dreaded post graduate question. Should you be honest and tell him that you are still working at you college job at the local bakery or make up some job. You go with the truth. Congratulations on your morality. \n\n"Don't worry about it!" John Barrowman reassures (not that you needed any reassurance). "The job market is hard out there!"\n\nYou agree and \n\n[[Ask how he knows Ms. Wiggans|fiancesTale]]\n\n[[Ask how the Art business is these days|Despair]]

Summer Benton

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