FINAL CONFRONTATION.

[foundationmods]

The Winchester House looms before you, the barrier that kept everything in - the time stop that Dog placed over the area - now thin as a single pane of transparent glass, Solomon still clearly outside the house frozen in the same position he was on the tapes.

The minutes tick by - and the barrier slowly gets thinner and thinner, close to falling.

You have seen everything - the events of the past. You have also come up with your own ideas of what to do from here - how to save your fellow 6350's lost to the curse, and defeat the Curse itself.

There is no one left alive in the house.

But, at the end of all of this...

There will be a wrong righted.

Comments

[accessorytomurder]

......I don't even have a father and I-I know that's a dad joke.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He blinks, staring at her. He's not a dad!]

Ngh... Is it really?

[accessorytomurder]

[Clearly not. A certain professor could have come up with something better...]

...close your eyes for a moment and imagine an average dad saying it. Maybe with a wink or a loud self-satisfied laugh at the end.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Why... why is he picturing Moriarty?]

[accessorytomurder]

[She sees that stifled almost full-body flinch.]

Now, open your eyes. Do you still feel proud of that wordplay?

[improbablenotimpossible]

I... get your point.

[accessorytomurder]

[She points to the hose with her golem hand.]