Intrepidity.
I am aghast with incredulity as to the level of fatuity that the policemen have thus far shown; and while I understand that we may seem like arrogant children to them, they must see that we are more than capable of not only understanding, but also carefully dissecting their methodology and plans as to the rousing of key suspects. The fact that they even attempt to question people that have only been here for a matter of days is utterly inane.
The fact of the matter is, I see only a few viable suspects, and as far as I can tell--which is a fair amount, I can assure you--the police are not looking at any of these.
They would be intelligent if they understood that to acquire cooperation of the helpful variety, they should be polite and curteous, not demanding and completely disregardful of their mannerisms.
Lawrence is probably a suspect, due to his scarf being used. I obviously am, for several reasons, and Jane may be as well, though it is beyond me. The police will probably take Ann's dream as a subconscious need to speak of something she as a "dream." I for one, believe her. What truly bothers me is that they seem to be staring at the student body, without a single attempt to look towards other suspects--like the faculty.
My lawyer is in town by now, by the way. Just a phone call away. So please, detectives, call before you come by. I would hate to have you stand outside while we wait for my lawyer to arrive.
In any case...
I told Ann that I would say what I dreamt of, and though I did not get anything more, and this is vague, I shall say so anyway.
I dreamt of a land where mundanity overwhelmed, until they came. Something from beyond, unseen and unable to be comprehended. They are old, older than time. So powerful, are these creatures--these Gods--that their thoughts create worlds, worlds that seep in colours unseen into the void of space, and drop from the Heavens upon a mundane world that shivers when it sees the horror of another cosmos. Some are more benevolent than others--and the kindest has black a void in its heart...
I am unashamed to say that I woke up in a cold sweat...perhaps my words don't do it justice.