Jamie sat staring at the bookshelf for a while, trying to tune out the chaos of what was happening. That much hatred and venom were never good, but in a place like this, where the game could mean death for any number of people, it was enough to terrify... Silently she stood, headed out of the library and back up to her room. She sat on the bed slowly, muttering, "I guess this is all that's left now, Aunt Scarlet..." She blinked back tears as she pictured Miss Scarlet, alive and well one moment and forever lost the next. "Did she die like that boy today?" she wondered aloud, her eyes wandering to the crimson-wrapped box she'd carried three days. She would leave it in Miss Scarlet's casket at her funeral. "A final gift of thanks, and a fitting farewell..."