The other was a witness identified only as Ralph E. Turner, and one piece of evidence. That evidence was a much folded letter, dated February 16th, 18...5, that read as follows:Dear Sir,In view of the dismal course of our cause of late, I have procured seven weapons of the finest quality. Their intended use is to bring about the demise of the Northern leadership, and turn the course of this glorious rebellion. This is the same rifle that was used to execute General Sedgwick, on the ninth of May,. She looked about eighteen, and had a rather snooty look to her. I noticed she was wearing a beautiful and very expensive necklace I had sold from my jewellery store.I suddenly then recognised her. It was Trixie, the pleasure slave that had been first up for sale, at the auction where I later bought my Melora. Logan had paid a fortune to get her, over seven hundred thousand as I recalled.She had had the same attitude at the auction. She obviously knew she was beautiful, and felt that made her. I totally melted with his move and felt bad for asking such a question to him.I quickly pulled him up and hugged him tightly, pressing my face in his neck and said, “Hey sorry da for asking this question. But I am really touched with the way you explained. Sorry for hurting you da.” My hug produced more tears in him. I consoled him patting his back.I said, “Take it easy my baby, please don’t cry.” He tried to become normal and made him sit next to me. I wrapped my arm on his shoulder and tried. After a few moments, he looked down, without willing himself too. His body had just reacted on its own. He saw that he was holding some kind of necklace, and put it down. He noticed that his hands were all wrong. They weren't his hands. He tried to scream, but he couldn't. His mouth wouldn't obey him. In horror, he watched helpless as his hand reached for a cup of coffee and brought it up to his lips. He tried as hard as he could not to, but he just couldn't keep from doing it. Taking a sip.