Later that night, I'm laying in bed, trying to process the events of tonight in a surprisingly quiet house. Just as Cata suggested, everyone went back to their rooms, crying in silence, expressing their grief however they see fit... Now that I've learned my lesson from Quentin, I bet some of them left the house as soon as their bedroom doors were closed. It's way too quiet for an almost full house...
It's probably close to sunrise, and I can't find sleep. I walk up to my window, open it, and glance down. There's some ivy covering the wall all the way down to the little space downstairs, just enough for one person to stand between the house and the fence. The house is old, and its bricks uneven... Yeah, I bet any of us could climb that. Plus, the street is pretty dark, and no one would pay
