Charles stared at the words. He was to find the culprit, and the missing women? Why would the system ask him to do that? Already the case seemed hopeless, and at that rate, he felt they might just cart them all to jail. He couldn't afford that. It wouldn't be favorable for him. Charles wondered if it would be better to pass on the mission, and just stick to what he could handle, but on the other hand, he needed the intelligence quota. He figured it would come in handy someday. But his only problem was having no idea on how to solve the case. Had it been he had the intelligence quota before the whole thing happened, then there was a chance that he could have figured out who the culprit was. Then, he phoned Vera. "Do you think you can come in?" He asked. "Oh, sure. Wait a sec." she replied, and ended the call. Charles waited for her to come in, before clearing his throat. "Vera. There's something I have to tell you." He began. "Is it about the case? Do you have some kind of lead?" She asked, settling on his bed. "No. But… I'm thinking we should solve the case before thinking of a way to leave this cursed inn." He said, and she raised a brow. "You're thinking of solving a case as cold as this? You're no detective, Charles. I was thinking of bringing a lawyer in to clear us of this silly accusation that's keeping us stuck in this place, but you say you want to solve it?" She asked, looking at him like he was drunk. "Yes. I meant it when I said I wanted to solve it." "Wow. You think this is going to be so easy to solve? No, don't go for it. Already. I'm a little scared, but trying to keep being positive. You trying to solve the case may put me in more danger than I may be. Can't you just… just let's… Charles please. Let's not take matters into our hands." She pleaded, but Charles mind was all set. He went out, and sat next to Elise who was pouring milk into sliced watermelons. "Do you… want some?" She asked. "Oh no, don't worry about me." He said, with a smile. "So, are you sure there's really nothing you remember? Do you think you can give a description of how the experience was?" He asked, and she stared into her bowl of watermelons. "I really wish I could help, but I don't recall anything. If I do, you'd be the first person I'll tell.""Even if it's the smallest detail, please make sure to tell me." He said, feeling dejected. Then they began to hear loud noise coming from somewhere. It seemed like some people were having an argument. Everyone stopped, and tried to find out the source of the noise, and discovered it was Layla and Kent having an argument. "You disgusting scumbag! You think you're the only one who matters!? Damn you!" Layla screamed, as she was dragged out by the women. "You should ask yourself that, too. You selfish idiot. Why do you always have to have everything your way? You don't care about anyone but yourself!" Kent shouted, and it was the first time Vera had seen him show emotions. He was always so silent, and never said much. "Layla, stop." Vera said, trying to stop her from shouting more hurtful words. It took a long while to separate them, due to Layla trying to hit Kent relentlessly, but eventually they were separated, and Layla sat on a sofa with Vera sulking, while Kent locked himself in the room. "I mean… I'm older than that jerk for three years. He never shows me any respect. Don't I deserve as much as that?" She asked, with tears in her eyes. "What caused the fight?" Vera asked, and Layla folded her arms, pouting. "I don't wanna talk about it. He's a lame idiot, who thinks everything he says, and does is right. How could he call me crazy, and selfish? He has a lot of flaws, too." She said, with tears running down her face, and everyone felt sorry for her. "It's fine. Don't worry. Kent's just worked up. He might also be worried for you." Vera tried to console her. "Worried, my foot. He doesn't care about me. All he does all day is sing." Layla snapped. "Sing? Kent sings?" Vera asked. "Yes. He sings and smiles to himself, acting like he's talking to someone through the lyrics. Seriously, he makes me mad." She said, wiping her tears furiously. "I… I never thought him to be the singing type." Vera replied, and Samantha gave a loud sigh. "When was the last time I sang? He must be happy he's a man, and relieved he's not targeted. Wait… can anyone tell me what the cops are doing about this? Oh gosh, I need a chilled apple. Did Madame Boyle send any?" She asked, making her way to the fridge. She pushed it open, and took out an apple, biting into it. Charles decided to go back into his room, and Vera went with him."You're sure you still want to solve this? By tomorrow, we should be out of here. I'm not putting up with this any longer. The cops are just as clueless as we are. Maybe when we all leave, a solution may be found." Vera said, sitting on her bed, and Charles sighed. Just then, they heard a knock on the door. "Come in." Vera replied. The door was pushed open, and Elise came in, closing the door behind her. She had a large bitten apple in her hand, and tears in her eyes. "I think I remember something." She said, and Charles sat upright, looking at her with wide, eager eyes. "What… what do you remember?" He asked, and she looked at the apple. "The man… he… he smelled like apples." She said, and it felt like a bolt was struck at Charles. He was taken back to their first day immediately when they met Kent and Layla. He could recall how they smelled strongly of apples, making him wonder if they opened an apple farm. If the culprit smelled like apples, then……..