[Locked to those who know what happened to April and will not be triggered by someone asking]

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{{OOC: Written about 8:15 in the morning after April's death. About three lines are carefully blocked out; whatever was written there is illegible, though the blocks aren't quite long enough for complete sentences.}}

Could someone please tell me what happened to April? She was a friend of mine.

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{{OOC: In the slightly-too-neat handwriting of the carefully controlled}}

I see. Thank you.



Yeah, she was.

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If there's anything I can do for you... Please, just let me know.

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Thanks. I'm just–

Is there going to be a funeral or anything? A service? Donations in her name to a local charity? Anything?

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I don't know. I think... no one wants to make any plans like that while Mr. Sark is still unconscious. She's in the Torchwood morgue for now, at least.

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Okay.


Thanks.