AWKWARD ZOMBIE

"It seems there's two possible scenarios for what happened to the medicine."

"1. Punchy never used the medicine, Tom delivered a second bottle, and Punchy somehow drugged Whitney with one of the bottles."

"2. Punchy used the medicine, Tom delivered two bottles, and someone else stole one of the unopened bottles, as well as the empty one, and drugged Whitney, disposing of the empty bottle afterwards."

"Hold on a second... something's not adding up. I was nowhere near Whitney yesterday, but someone else was..."
"...And that someone would happen to be YOU!" Punchy yells, pointing a finger at Pierce.

Pierce shrugs his shoulders.

"Ah, yes, about that. Whitney and I did have a private conversation last night, so I was near her. However, I have proof that I didn't knock out Whitney on the night of the murder."

Pierce looks at Whitney.

"....And that proof is you yourself, hawkeye."

"Do you remember the conversation we had last night? What was the first thing I told you when we entered my house?"

"Vaguely," Whitney muttered. "You said something about 'normally I would offer you a drink', but you didn't. I didn't have anything at your place."

Pierce turned to the group.

"Exactly. I don't have anything to drink at my house, or anything to hold liquid in. You can check for yourself if you want."

"Therefore, I couldn't have drugged Whitney. She certainly wouldn't have drank it if she knew was it was, and she would have remembered it anyway."

*what is was

"Whitney, do you at least remember when you did drink something or eat something?"

"No, and that's what I don't understand!" Whitney said. "No one offered me anything and I went home like normal, then I just...passed out!"


which is part of why this trial is pissing me off, seeing as I didn't really specifically write whitney eating or drinking anything and that means there's no time period for when it could have happened.

"Maybe the medicine incident is just getting us side-tracked from what we're really here to do...."

"Hmm... Whitney, did you go to bed last night?"

"I didn't get a chance to," Whitney said, refraining from rolling her eyes. "I passed out and Isabelle woke me up in the morning."

"Sigh.... We're getting nowhere fast. Whitney, what did you want to know about that feather, hawkeye?"

"I think we need to know more about that feather..." Punchy chimes in. "There are only three of us here with feathers, and one of them just died..."