[center][h1][Color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/h1]
[img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/35689ecbd882f76fb151dfc607983d38/tumblr_nk8w2kFphz1r609zyo1_400.gif[/img][/center]

[hr][center][Color=F48CA7]Location:[/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Josephine threw her hands up and stepped back. She wanted to help, but it seems that the fat man just didn't want it. She was good at reading people and the man was still clearly not a fan of hers, despite multiple attempts to get on his good side. Stubborn, old fool. Aziza comforted her and she took a deep breath before smiling and nodding. The important thing was to get Vera safely away and awake and get her the medical attention she needs.

What was the cause of this though? She knew some women fainted to gain the attention of men (though she doubted Vera was the type to do so). Could it be the heat? Was it something she ate? Did she drink too much? Either way, she remembered that Vera didn't look too good when she walked in before. Curiosity usually got the best of her. She would have to find out later. She walked over to Haakon, who seemed to be deep in thought. No doubt his journalistic mind was going absolutely mad.

[color=F48CA7]"Darling, you look like you are thinking. I wonder if we perhaps share similar thoughts. The arrival of Mr. Drake along with Peter and Vera, Vera fainting and Peter walking away before it happened. It could all be chalked up to coincidence or it could be this "curse" everyone is so keen on talking about. Either way, there's more going on here that meets the eye. We need to get to the bottom of it."[/color]