Auburn hair cascading down in ringlettes around her ashen face, Mrs. Marjorie Lovett burst through the thin door of Suite 42 and stumbled clumsily into the main hall of the ship.  Her eyes narrowed in a vengful glare.  She remembered the burn, the fear, the spite... the broken trust.  Her broken heart.  Marching down the walk with her rolling pin ( Read more... )

Luigi Lucheni closes his eyes, gearing up for the same routine he goes through every night.  He waits in silence for an echoing voice, and when it doesn't come he opens his eyes and blinks.  Blinks a lot, actually, not being accustomed to the brightness.  His head swivels from side to side as he realises he is on a boat, and a confused - yet ( Read more... )