[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr] 

[Color=DF0101]"Indeed, dear Jo. Indeed I'm thinking."[/color]

Haakon had by now resolved to observe the situation unfold itself, silently standing aside and making sure he wasn't standing in anyone's way. Perhaps he could have grown content with the Lord-Major's wish to keep Vera untouched until a doctor arrived, although he silently questioned his easily acceptence of the smelling salt again brought up the prospect of Reginald wishing to keep specifically Haakon from his niece. This, alongside other thoughts and ideas that gave him his thoughtfull look and Josephine's attention. 

[Color=DF0101]"Alhough the idea of the [i]Curse[/i] is intruiging, I'm leaning towards your first point. For everyone's sake, we need to find out what's happening to not just her, but us all. Perhaps we should direct our inquiry at Mr. Drake, after I've had a friendly chat with the honourable Lord-Major?"[/color] Haakon spoke calmly and quietly back to his American friend, his gaze leaving Vera's still unmoving body to look at Josephine only for a moment. He would have loved to speculate and theorize what the heck was actually going on, but the constant reminders of his signatured silence made him careful of what he could and could not speak of. Especially now that he had to be interrogated by the elder Keystone. Yes, he was sure it wouldn't be a friendly chat. 

[Color=DF0101]"But before I forget, the dream. I saw you in it, like Miss Ridgeway saw the others. Did you see me there, standing in that river of blood, Jo?"[/color]