Exit Jeb Left

*plop*
That plop wasn't the plop of me taking a s@#$. It was the plop of me dropping my last Oreo Cakester on the ground. You're probably thinking "There's no way in hell that Jeb would drop his last Oreo Cakester..." and I probably wouldn't have. If not for the fact that I think I saw a scuffle go down in the library... and only one person came out. I think.... that someone just died....

Holy S@#$!!! I can't take this anymore... I thought I could deal with this insane city, thought I could make some friends, thought I could have a good life here. I was mistaken.. Why did I move here in the first place... I need to contact Jonna, maybe I can live with her for a bit until I find better arrangements. Gotta start packing, gotta start packing.

~The next day~
Well, it's been confirmed. Someone was killed in the library yesterday. Edith Evans. I never knew her. But then again, I never knew anyone here.

I was able to reach Jonna, and she was more than happy to help me out. She's such a great friend. She said she'll pick me up at around 10:35 AM. It's 10:20 AM. I'll just wait here and....There's the charred library...I suppose... AH! Jonna's here early!

Jonna: JEB OEDKIRK!!! It's so good to see you again!!!!
Jeb: It's great to see you too Jonna! But can you hold on a second? There's something I gotta do...

~2 hours later~
A homeless man is walking out of the Drink and Drive. He's stumbling about, while singing Pure Imagination when he spots something. "Hmm? What in the hell happened to the library? There's soot everywhere..." He takes a few more steps, notices he steps on something and looks down. "A Sean Connery t-shirt? Why would anyone leave this lying around? There's a note too."
"To the person I never knew, I wish I did."