rs, knives in his heart and stomach, he lost feeling in his legs; he could not tell whether he stood or sat. In his tear-blurred vision, blobs appeared to surround him. Through the haunting visions he saw flashes of definite light, a serene clearness that he desired to be a part of. With all his might, he ran to this salvation, faster and faster, the unrecognizable blobs flew by him, closer he came to the clearness. Suddenly, a large crash resounded.The room silenced as they watched the crazed John Jasper jump from the window into the storming night, then fall upon the wet, glistening cement many feet below.-A New Day-A wonderful Christmas day it was, the storm had past through the small town of Cloisterham, taking with it the persistent, dense haze. Along with its departure, a sense of wickedness had been cleared from the small town, yet on the gentle hills of the city’s edge a new haze lurked silently. A strange mind-frame held the townspeople, a feeling of relief, as though a tension had been cut clear of everyone’s conscience. Rosa sat in the iced-over garden, flashing a carefree smile that had not been seen in two years. Mr. Grewgious watched from a window with a joyful grin, happy to see his Rosa smile again. Behind him Helena and Neville sat at a table. No longer did Neville require any faade; his secret investigation that consumed two years of his life had finally come to an end. Crisparkle stood beside his dear friend Grewgious, with a warm heart, feeling that he helped rectify an evil wrong that had befallen the town. On the opposite end of town, Sapsea prepared the wording to be placed onto a plaque, “Commemorating His Mayor Thomas Sapsea’s great achievements in solving the mystery that plagued the peaceful city of Cloisterham.” As the new sun began to poke through the stony window, Durdles finished off a large bottle filled with a potent liquid, the newest gift from Mr. Grewgious. Humming among...
