Sent to his room, all Justen could do was stair at that god forsaken pipe. He quickly locked the door in case anyone should try and find him. Why had this happened?? Who could have done this?? Is the murderer still out there? So many questions raced through his head and he started to cry. Staring at the blood soaked rabbit, he fell into a trance creating fantasies in his mind imagining the worst possible senarios. He dreamed that the murderer knew about the pipe and was searching for the one person that could reveal his identity. Suddenly aware of the furious pounding on the door Justen reluctantly crept towards the door and slowly unlocked it. There stood his derranged uncle soaked in blood from head to toe and murder in his eye. Justen tried to scream but it wass cut short by the swift hand of this madman.