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There's a label marked: "DANGER". Farmer Alan swings the hammer down hard, and the lock breaks. There is indeed a few bags of ammonium nitrate in there.

Frankie boards the Lakota. Gloria hits the lock with the hammer, but she's not strong enough to break the lock. Chief Fields picks up the shipping manifest. Captain: Ted Harding Delivery Date: October 7th, 1952 Cargo: 6 Crates of: Radio Sets 5 Crates of: Books and Novels 5 Crates of: Luxury Soaps and Washroom Items 5 Crates of: Overseas Foods (Refrigerated) 4 Crates of: Calenders 3 Crates of: Paper 2 Crates of: French Wine 2 Crates of: Oil Canteens 1 Crate of: Socks 1 Crate of: Ammonium Nitrate James and Alan open the Log: Captain's Log, Oceandate 10-6-52 We've begun our journey across the bay, I told my friend Mr. White at the hotel I'd be there. I haven't seen him in a month. I expect a quick unloading, and then I'll be able to spend the night in Alabatha, and return home the next day. Frankie's preparing one of his meals again with the food we picked up from Manhattan Harbor. All in all, I don't expect any danger. Captain's Log, Oceandate 10-7-52 I can see Alabatha out in the distance, but the lighthouse isn't working. Most peculiar, but perhaps there's been a bulb malfunction or something. I estimate we'll arrive in an hour or so. I'll write more later. Captain's Log, Oceandate 10-9-52 We're stuck here in Alabatha. They've broken my boat. They've killed my wife. Today we voted off that police chief, I don't even know him. That stupid brat Stevie should have been voted off. I'm going to retire for the night. There are no further entries.

"Here, I got the ship manifest, as well as the Captain's Log." Frankie says. Which would you like to open first? There's the bridge, the Captain's Cabin, the galley, the Engine Room, the crew quarters, and the rest is storage rooms. "We were just making a quick trip across the bay, or so we thought." Frankie says. "The rest of the crew is back at port, probably wondering what's taking us so long." James looks through the crates. There's an oil canteen, a few boxes of overseas foods and luxury items, and there's also a locked crate.

"Everyone else is dead." Garrison says. "Lloyd was the only body we didn't have accounted for." There's a few crates and boxes from the Lakota, as it started to unload her cargo, but then the crew went to the town fountain t to see why there wasn't anyone working.

"No, I haven't...killed anyone. I got...the knife from the operating room, in the hospital..." Lloyd mummers. Before answering your questions, Lloyd dies, for real this time, as he's been shot, tackled, hammered, and pistol-whipped. There has been no medical attention provided to the deranged doctor.

"My father came here because he was tired of working in the big city. I became a doctor as well, to follow in his footsteps and take over the practice."

"I did not." Lloyd says. "My father was always better than me. I was always riding his coattails, even when I didn't want too. Everyone came to me not because of my medical expertise, but because of my father! Do you know what it's like to try and live up to his expectations? I was always a better doctor than him, but he was always more revered." he rants. Valerie was not killed with a surgical knife.

"Yes, I'm somehow still alive after being sliced, shot, tackled, and hammered." Lloyd says. Host Note: Your*. How did you get into The Forest Mafia again? "Obviously whoever attempted to kill me missed my throat and instead only got part of my neck. Amateur." Lloyd says. He's got no weapons or papers on him. Ralph and Farmer Alan try to help the doctor, by cleaning his wounds. Fields hits the barely alive Lloyd with his pistol. "Are you a communist?" he asks. "Who are the others? Where are the others?" "I'm not a communist you idiot. How could I be a communist? My neck was cut. How could I do that to myself?" The doctor was bleeding. The knife is a doctor knife, used for surgical procedures.

The group chases the runner around the warehouse...James cuts off the runner's escape route. It's Doctor Lloyd! "Back away, all of you! You left me for dead the morning, and I was still alive! None of you even bothered to come and check on poor Doctor Lloyd. You come to me for all your injuries, but when I'm injured, I'm left to die in the streets. When I eventually pulled myself up, I rushed to the hospital to clean myself up. I fled out the window when you were entering my office." he said. Chief Fields rounds the corner. "Enough of this!" he says. Bang! He shoots Doctor Lloyd immediately. "Agh!" Lloyd shouts. Captain Garrison then tackles him to the ground. Gloria then throws her hammer at Doctor Lloyd's ribcage. "Talk about overkill." James says. Doctor Lloyd winces in pain as he's on the ground. He hasn't dropped anything on his way to the wall, and it is indeed blood. That's a spotlight to signal incoming ships.

The group chases after it. I'll answer your other actions in a minute, as I must take more pictures, but... What vehicle? I've scanned the whole picture and all I can see is a boat.

The group has reached the general consensus to travel to the shipping yard. "Well that's a bit peculiar." James started. "The poles down. How did that happen?" He and some of the other people lifted the pole up, so that everyone could enter the marina. "What's that over there?" Officer Harrison asked. There's something running near the other end of the seaport.

That's too vague "No, I've got more bullets." Fields reloads his weapon. James enters the operating room. There's nothing out of place in here, it's a standard operating room with a few operating instruments and tools. It's very clean and sterile.

There are, but they're only patient recovery rooms. The rooms are all locked. Chief Fields shoots the locks off to each of the rooms.

Patrick has a size 10, Dolores a size 8. Size 10. There's no stairs leading to a basement. Most of the other rooms on the ground floor are locked, as they're important hospital rooms that must be kept sterile. "Holy crap guys." Director Hoffman started. "This is getting megablocking boring, can we please move on to somewhere else?"

It's good to see some entries. I have Farmer Alan's farmhouse, but this one kicks the tar out of mine.

Krista has size eight boots Frankie has a size eleven Stevie wears a size eight.

It does not. Gloria wears a size seven. Maxwell wears a size ten. James wears a size ten. Indeed they do. ATTN DR LLOYD: (Corresponds with A) 2/12/1935 (Corresponds with A) My name is Doctor J.David Geller, I'm a surgeon in New York City. (Corresponds with G) I was wondering if you'd like to come and speak to us at a little (Corresponds with P) conference that we're putting together. After all, your father (Corresponds with O) was one of the finest doctors on the east coast, before he moved (Corresponds with Z) away to the tiny town of Alabatha, or whatever it's called. I'm (Corresponds with T) certain that your father would like you to come and speak to us. (Corresponds with T) You might not be as good him, but it would be nice to hear any (Corresponds with Q) stories that you have about the miracles your father performed. (Corresponds with R) Sincerely, (Corresponds with Y) Dr. J.David Geller (Corresponds with Y)

Everyone, there was an "O" in the fake book. The passage is directly taken from the note. They don't It was cut into horizontal lines, and placed into each of the respective encyclopedias. You'd have to ask.

No.

It uses revolver bullets. There's no special marks. "away to the tiny town of Alabatha, or whatever it's called. I'm " is what the paper under "O" said. Heart attack.

Host Error: It should read J.David Geller at the top, not Peter Geller. Doctor Geller did not sign Laura Jefferson's autopsy report. His father had controlled the practice here since the early 1900's, way before Project Wolf was founded. Then, in 1930, Dr. Lloyd's father died, and his uncle took over the practice. When Doctor Lloyd returned here, seven years ago, he took over the practice after serving in World War Two as a medic. Doctor Lloyd had intended on moving back here sooner after completing med school, but he was instead drafted. Doctor Lloyd's father, James Lloyd, had been the doctor in Alabatha since 1902. As said, he passed away in 1930. Doctor Lloyd Jr. was born in New York City, where his mother lived, in 1910. His mother and father had separated a year prior. There are no messages hidden.

Arranging the strips of paper says this: ATTN DR LLOYD: 2/12/1935 My name is Doctor Peter Geller, I'm a surgeon in New York City. I was wondering if you'd like to come and speak to us at a little conference that we're putting together. After all, your father was one of the finest doctors on the east coast, before he moved away to the tiny town of Alabatha, or whatever it's called. I'm certain that your father would like you to come and speak to us. You might not be as good him, but it would be nice to hear any stories that you have about the miracles your father performed. Sincerely, Dr. J.David Geller The pieces of paper with the letters on them are obviously Doctor Lloyd's handwriting, which you've all seen during your visits to him. "I think he was killed with a knife." Chief Fields starts. "We didn't go up to his body and check, though."

Mayor Bradford pulls out the encyclopedias on Doctor Lloyd's shelves for A,G,P,O,Q,R,T,Y, and Z. Opening each one, there's a strip of paper in the front cover of each encyclopedia. There are words on each strip of paper, and it would appear that they fit together to form one bigger piece of paper. There's no invisible messages on the papers either.

Maybe a Demon Thing won't eat me. Oh well, I was kindof hoping I wouldn't react like that either.

Each piece of paper has a letter on it. The letters present are: A,G,P,O,Q,R,T,Y,Z. The revolver is also unloaded. There's about four hundred dollars there.