Chapter 854: To Wake A Mocking-Bird, Part 1

Where to begin and how to begin were always gonna be the hardest questions to answer first and foremost. Before you could even walk across the starting line, you gotta know just where the hell it was first and just where you were trying to go. 

Obstructing Death? I didn't know both. 

But it's not the first time I was at a loss before I could even reach step one. Just like with every herculean task I had set before me, trial and error was the only trite and true. 

Irene's house hummed throughout with a brimming silence - dead quiet as a library, a cemetery. I'm sure it helps tremendously to keep focus, but I almost wish it wasn't. When things are too quiet all you're left with is just a building pressure.