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Apocalypse of Ice Chapter 14.1

  1. 1. Previously
on
An
Apocalypse
of
Ice:

  2. 2. “Who
are
you?”

Will
asked.
“Glad
you
asked.”

He
smiled
and
clasped
his
hands
together.

“My
name
is
Pius
Piper,
and
I
am
the
Law
of
Winterfell.”

  3. 3. Sansa
laughed.

“He
thinks
he’s
so
important
now,
with
his
fancy
Etle
and
his
crisp
suits.

I
could
almost
believe
it
myself.

But
everything
he
does,
I’ve
whispered
in
his
ear.

He
does
everything
I
tell
him
to
do.

The
only
thing
I
want
is
the
heirship.

Turn
it
back
to
me,
and
your
children
can
be
whatever
Law
they
want.”

She
scanned
the
family,
and
her
eyes
landed
on
Will.

“Well?

It’s
on
you.

What
do
you
say?”


  4. 4. “That’s
it?

We’re
just
going
to
wait?”
Sabriel
asked,
standing
up.
“We’re
going
to
watch
and
learn,”
Chris
said.

“Rushing
into
things
made
things
worse.

What’s
done
is
done,
Will,”
she
said,
turning
to
her
oldest
son.

“But
when
it’s
Eme
to
fight
again,
we
have
to
be
ready
for
it
so
that
we’ll
win.

And
that
includes
going
back
to
school
and
working
toward
your
liNs.

So
please
promise
me
not
to
do
anything
stupid,
Sabriel.”

  5. 5. Before
long,
though,
Jan
had
delivered
the
older
twin
and
handed
her
to
Will.
“She’s
beauEful,”
Arthur
said,
leaning
in
to
look
at
the
baby.

“What
are
you
going
to
name
her?”
“Depends
on
whether
she’s
about
to
get
a
brother
or
a
sister,”
Will
said.

“Gemma
if
her
twin’s
a
girl,
and
Hester
if
her
twin’s
a
boy.”



  6. 6. Jan
gave
birth
to
the
younger
twin
a
few
minutes
later,
another
girl.

She
named
the
new
baby
Meg.

  7. 7. “S‐Sansa.”

Jocelyn
shuddered.

“If
she’s
watching,
she’ll
kill
me.

I
know
it.”
“How?”
“She
k‐killed
my
wife.”

  8. 8. “She
has
to
die,”
Julian
said.
“No!”
“It’s
the
only
way.

Sansa’s
dangerous.

If
she’s
willing
to
kill
for
what
she
wants,
then
Will’s
life
is
in
danger.

So
is
yours.

I
can’t
let
that
happen.”
“But
she’s
your
grandmother—“
“My
grandmother’s
dead,”
Julian
said.

“I’ll
be
dead,
too.

Even
if
Piper
catches
up
with
me
before
my
Eme,
it
won’t
maVer.

But
if
he
catches
up
with
any
of
you…”



  9. 9. He
didn’t
need
to
say
it.

“I
understand,”
Arthur
said.
Julian
tried
to
smile.

“Just
don’t
tell
Sabriel.

She’ll
want
to
do
it
herself.”

  10. 10. “This
part
is
[over].”

Julian
pocketed
the
gun.

He
also
didn’t
speak
for
a
long
Eme.

When
he
finally
did,
he
said,
“I
should
go.”
“I…I
guess
you
should.”
“I’ll
try
to
come
back.”

Julian
turned
away,
then
looked
over
his
shoulder.

“Will—be
careful.”


  11. 11. “Do
we
have
a
newspaper?”
The
ques8on
startled
Natalie.

They
had
been
working
in
silence
for
hours.

Sansa
Stark
had
failed
to
show
up
for
her
nine
o’clock
appointment.

Two
people
had
turned
up
looking
for
an
appointment,
but
Piper
had
told
her
to
send
them
away.

The
only
sounds
for
hours
had
been
those
of
their
fingers
on
their
keyboards
and
of
Piper’s
feet
on
the
floorboards
when
he
had
started
pacing
for
a
brief
interval
a
few
hours
before.

Natalie
appreciated
the
break,
but
she
knew
something
was
wrong.

  12. 12. “Do
we
have
a
newspaper?”

Piper
repeated,
the
tone
of
his
voice
unchanged.
“Technically,
yes,”
she
answered,
“but
it’s
not
a
very
good
one.”

  13. 13. “You
can
change
that,”
he
said.

The
phone
started
to
ring.

“You
don’t
need
to
answer
that.

I
just
want
you
to
do
this.”


“Me?”



  14. 14. “Yes,
you.

Look
at
me.”

Natalie
turned
to
look
at
Piper.

“I
can’t
do
everything
on
my
own.

I
have
to
trust
a
few
people,
and
you
have
been
a
very
helpful
assistant.”

Natalie
felt
herself
smile.

“I
think
you’ll
be
good
at
this—if
you
want
to
do
it,
that
is.”
“Yes.

I
do
want
to.”

How
could
she
say
no?

  15. 15. “Good.

Also,
we
should
have
a
radio
sta8on
so
that
we
can
get
our
message
out
to
people
that
way,
too.

I
keep
forgeQng
about
the
radio,
but
everyone
has
one
of
those
liRle
stereos.

This
should
take
priority
over
all
your
other
projects,
Natalie.”
“Of
course.”

  16. 16. “Everything’s
going
to
start
geQng
beRer,”
Will
told
Gemma,
holding
her
out
so
that
he
could
look
her
in
the
eye
and
then
toss
her
in
the
air
when
he
was
done
talking.

“You’ll
see.

Things
are
looking
up.”

  17. 17. Gemma
didn’t
care
that
much
about
what
her
daddy
was
saying.

She
just
wanted
to
be
tossed
in
the
air.

  18. 18. “So
why
isn’t
anyone
telling
me
anything
about
the
whole
Sansa
problem?”

Sabriel
asked
Arthur,
cornering
him
aVer
their
return
to
the
house.

“You
and
Will
seem
to
think
‘it’s
solved,’
but
how?”

  19. 19. In
this
case,
Arthur
thought,
knowledge
wasn’t
a
good
thing.

“I
feel
like
I
already
know
too
much.”
“And
I
feel
like
I
know
too
liVle.

Can
it
really
be
that
bad?”
“Well…it
was
kind
of
illegal.”



  20. 20. “Well,
why
should
I
care
about
that?

If
it
was
kind
of
illegal,
then
it
was
probably
for
the
beRer.

I
don’t
care
if
you’re
being
nicey‐nice.

I
just
care
about
whether
you’re
telling
me
what’s
going
on.”
“It’s
for
your
own
good,”
Arthur
began
to
say.
“I’ll
decide
what’s
for
my
own
good.”

Sabriel
shook
her
head.

  21. 21. Sabriel
would
have
con8nued
trying
to
get
informa8on
out
of
Arthur,
but
their
nieces
had
started
crying
again,
and
they
s8ll
hoped
to
solve
the
Law
problem
before
the
children
had
to
know
anything
about
it.

  22. 22. Meg
s8ll
wasn’t
a
happy
child,
though.

She
cried
long
aVer
Sabriel
took
her
out
of
the
crib,
but
she
s8ll
had
no
words
to
communicate
her
fears.

  23. 23. For
my
own
good,
Sabriel
con8nued
to
stew
as
she
took
Meg
to
the
liRle
toddler
toilet.

What’s
wrong
with
him?

I
can
make
my
own
decisions
about
what’s
good
for
me.

  24. 24. She
forced
herself
to
cheer
when
Meg
finished.

  25. 25. “Any
luck
finding
a
job?”

she
asked
Arthur
when
they
went
downstairs
for
breakfast.

  26. 26. “Looks
like
it,”
Arthur
said.

“First
job
is
an
opening
for
a
Commercial
Actor.

I’m
taking
it.”

  27. 27. Sabriel
wasn’t
as
lucky.

One
of
the
remaining
jobs
was
useless,
and
she
didn’t
have
the
right
degree
for
the
other
one.

Today,
it
looked
like
her
duty
would
be
helping
Jan
with
the
kids.

  28. 28. They
didn’t
film
un8l
tomorrow,
but
Arthur
went
upstairs
to
prac8ce
the
script
in
the
mirror
anyway
and
finish
geQng
one
last
charisma
point.

  29. 29. Meanwhile,
Will
and
Jan
decided
it
was
8me
to
try
for
more
children.

  30. 30. Arthur
and
Sabriel
spent
their
free
8me
con8nuing
to
take
care
of
the
kids
that
Will
and
Jan
already
had.

  31. 31. Gemma
was
on
her
feet
in
no
8me,
enthusias8cally
making
her
way
around
the
nursery
area.

  32. 32. As
for
Meg,
a
liRle
8me
with
her
uncle
convinced
her
that
talking
wasn’t
such
a
bad
thing.

  33. 33. Uncle
Arthur
was
the
first
rela8ve
she
iden8fied.

  34. 34. There
weren’t
very
many
people
at
the
press
conference,
but
Natalie
had
expected
that.

She
had
arranged
for
it
to
take
place
in
the
courtroom
and
invited
what
few
journalists
worked
for
Winterfell’s
struggling
newspaper.

There
wasn’t
a
news
radio
sta8on
yet,
but
maybe
she
could
get
one
started.

  35. 35. Piper
stepped
up
to
the
podium.

“Good
aVernoon.

For
those
of
you
I
am
unfamiliar
with,
I
am
the
Law
of
Winterfell.


“During
the
coming
weeks
and
months,
I
hope
to
get
to
know
many
of
you
and
hear
your
ideas
for
improving
life
here.

The
Starks
have
done
many
important
things,
but
if
we
all
band
together,
we
can
create
a
beRer
world
for
everyone
in
just
a
few
short
years.



  36. 36. “We
s8ll
have
a
long
way
to
go.

One
of
my
dearest
friends
and
someone
who
this
en8re
region
holds
in
the
highest
esteem
was
murdered
yesterday.

I
am
speaking,
of
course,
about
Sansa
Stark.

It
is
thanks
to
her
that
things
grow
here
and
that
the
ground
is
no
longer
toxic.

She
had
returned
and
hoped
to
con8nue
serving
the
people
of
Winterfell
by
introducing
new
inven8ons,
but
before
she
could
con8nue
on
her
mission,
she
was
killed.



  37. 37. “Her
killers
will
be
found.

I
will
personally
bring
them
to
jus8ce.

And,
with
your
help,
there
will
be
a
new
rule
of
law
in
Winterfell.
“Does
anyone
have
any
ques8ons?”

  38. 38. Ursula
Fitzhugh
rose.

“How
do
you
decide
whom
to
‘personally
bring
to
jus8ce’?”
“Excuse
me?”
“What
about
the
burglar
who’s
been
breaking
into
homes
in
Winterfell
and
Oldtown?

What
about
Aliena
Merana’s
murder?

Oh,
I
forgot—the
saintly
Sansa
Stark
murdered
Mrs.
Merana.

Why
does
Sansa
get
your
version
of
jus8ce,
but
not
her
vic8ms?”


  39. 39. Natalie
rose.

“All
right,
everyone.

Thank
you
all
for—“
“You
can’t
ask
for
ques8ons
and
then
framming
refuse
to
answer
them,”
Ursula
con8nued.

“You
haven’t
even
started
answering
for
yourself,
Piper.

You
might
not
give
me
an
honest
answer,
but
jus8ce
will
catch
up
to
you—“

  40. 40. He
had
walked
away.

  41. 41. The
press
conference
might
have
been
more
effec8ve
if
the
Starks
had
owned
a
television
or
knew
that
they
should
turn
on
their
radio.

Since
they
did
neither,
they
spent
the
aVernoon
going
about
their
usual
ac8vi8es
un8l
someone
rang
the
doorbell.


  42. 42. Sabriel
didn’t
know
the
two
people
standing
in
front
of
her.

“Good
aVernoon.”

She
closed
the
door
of
the
house
behind
her.


“Good
aVernoon.

I’m
Ellen
Bolton,
and
this
is
my
brother
Kevin.”
“We
need
to
search
these
premises
for
evidence.”


  43. 43. Kevin
tried
to
get
around
Sabriel,
but
she
shoved
him
away.

“Oh,
hell
no.

You
are
not
searching
my
house.”
“We
don’t
need
your
permission,”
Ellen
started
to
say.

  44. 44. “Over
my
dead
body,
you
don’t
need
my
permission.

Come
on,”
she
said,
ac8ng
on
an
ins8nct
she
had
tried
to
suppress
for
the
last
year
and
a
half.

“What
are
you
wai8ng
for?

Get
off
the
doorstep.”
“Where
are
you
going?”

  45. 45. “The
three
of
us
are
going
to
talk
to
your
boss.”


  46. 46. The
two
goons
who
had
tried
to
search
the
house
trailed
behind
Sabriel.

“You
can’t
go
in
there,”
Ellen
tried
to
say.
“What
do
you
mean?

It’s
my
office.

I
can
go
in
my
office
whenever
the
hell
I
want.”



  47. 47. Sabriel
threw
open
the
door
to
find
Piper
talking
to
Lucia
on
the
couches
and
Natalie
typing
away
on
her
computer.

“Searching
our
house
for
evidence?”

she
demanded.

“Evidence
of
what?”

“What
are
you
talking
about?”

Piper
asked.

  48. 48. “You
know
damn
well
what
I’m
talking
about.”

Sabriel
walked
over
to
Piper’s
desk
and
sat
down
at
his
chair.

“Why
are
you
sending
these
two
to
search
my
house?”

“Would
you
come
back
in
a
hour?

I’m
in
the
middle
of
a
meeEng.”
“What,
for
how
to
rig
more
trials?”

Sabriel
took
a
breath.

“I’m
not
leaving.

This
is
my
office.

Keep
going
with
your
mee8ng.

I’ll
wait
un8l
you’re
willing
to
talk
to
me.”



  49. 49. Sabriel
turned
to
Piper’s
computer
and
clicked
the
mouse
to
dispel
the
screen
saver.

Unfortunately,
he
had
password‐protected
the
computer.

“Natalie,”
she
stage‐whispered.

“What’s
the
password?”
“I—I
don’t
know.”

  50. 50. “Oh,
come
on.

You’ve
already
changed
sides
once.

What’s
wrong
with
changing
them
again?”

Sabriel
stared
at
the
screen
again.

It
did
not
yield,
so
she
tried
to
open
the
drawers.

They
were
also
locked.

She
started
looking
for
the
key.


  51. 51. “Miss
Stark,
my
office
has
already
been
ransacked
once.”

She
turned
to
find
Piper
standing
over
her
right
shoulder.

“You
won’t
be
able
to
get
at
my
files.

Now,
I
do
need
you
to
leave.”
“It’s
my
office.”

Sabriel
sat
her
ground.

“I’m
not
going
anywhere.”

  52. 52. “Lucia,
we’ll
have
to
meet
another
8me,”
Piper
said.

“Ellen,
Kevin,
you
can
go.

You
too,
Natalie.”
“Are
you—“
Natalie
began.
“Yes,
I’m
sure.

Leave
us.”

  53. 53. The
rest
of
them
exited
the
room,
leaving
Sabriel
unexpectedly
uncertain.

She
had
thought
about
this
moment
ever
since
the
trial.

She
had
prac8ced
throwing
darts
into
Piper’s
eyes
and
making
him
beg
for
mercy.

Somehow,
8me
and
anger
had
obscured
the
fact
that
Piper
was
significantly
taller
and
heavier
than
her,
so
it
would
be
harder
than
she
had
imagined
to
bring
him
down.

What
if
she
did?

Would
it
do
any
good?


  54. 54. “You
wanted
to
know
why
I
sent
Ellen
and
Kevin
to
search
your
house,”
Piper
said,
looking
down
at
her.

“I
did
it
because
I
believe
a
crime
was
commiRed
there.”


No,
it
would
be
beRer
to
keep
siQng
in
Piper’s
chair.

That
was
annoying
him
enough.

“A
crime?

Is
ha8ng
your
guts
a
crime
now?”

  55. 55. “No,
but
murder
is.

The
last
8me
that
I
heard
from
Sansa,
she
was
going
to
your
house,
Miss
Stark.

But
she
failed
to
show
up
for
her
appointment
this
morning,
and
I
haven’t
been
able
to
reach
her.”
Was
this
what
Arthur
meant
when
he
said
that
they
had
“taken
care
of”
Sansa?

“Maybe
she
just
leV
town,”
Sabriel
suggested,
hoping
that
nothing
resembling
recogni8on
was
showing
up
on
her
face.

  56. 56. “I
doubt
it.

Sansa
is—was
a
remarkably
tenacious
woman.

I
doubt
that
anything
short
of
death
would
have
stopped
her.

Since
your
brother
Will
is
s8ll
siQng
preRy
in
that
house,
something
must
have
stopped
her,
and
she
must
be
dead.”
“Wait.

Are
you
saying
that
Will
killed
Sansa?

That’s
not‐‐”

  57. 57. “I’m
not
saying
anything
at
this
point.

I’m
asking
for
your
help
with
the
inves8ga8on.”
“I’m
not
saying
a
word
to
you.

You
tell
me
to
stand,
and
I’ll
sit.

Tell
me
to
sit,
and
I’ll—“
“I
understand
your
point,
Miss
Stark.

I
hoped
that
you
might
cooperate.

You
must
know
something.”
“If
I
did—and
I
don’t—do
you
really
think
I’d
tell
you?”

  58. 58. “No,
but
someEmes
people
do
have
the
capacity
to
surprise
us.

Let’s
face,
it,
though,
you
do
have
a
regreVable
propensity
toward
violence.”
“What
does
that
even
mean?”


“You
know
what
it
means,
Miss
Stark.”


“No,
I
don’t.

That
wasn’t
a
ques8on.”

  59. 59. “I
think
you’ll
agree
that
this
is
a
ques8on:
Did
you
do
it?”


“Do
what?”


“Did
you
kill
Sansa?”

  60. 60. “No.

I
don’t
know
anything—“

Sabriel
stopped.

What
had
happened
to
“I’m
not
saying
a
word
to
you”?

“I’m
done
here.”


  61. 61. “I’m
not
done
here.”

Piper
crossed
his
arms.

“You
said
you
didn’t
know
anything.

Then
you
stopped.

What
do
you
know?

Who
are
you
protec8ng?”
“Nobody.

I
don’t
have
a
clue.

Am
I
under
arrest?

You
don’t
have
anything
near
probable
cause.

And
if
you
decide
to
stop
me
from
making
my
contribu8on
to
Winterfell,
rest
assured:
You
are
going
to
hear
about
it
from
Will.”





  62. 62. “I
think
you
overes8mate
your
brother’s
capabili8es.”

Piper
looked
into
the
distance.

“It’s
a
pity.

I
almost
wish
you’d
been
your
father’s
heir.”
Did
he
really
think
that
was
going
to
work,
when
she
actually
had
an
enemy
to
focus
on?

“Well,
I’m
not.

Will
is,
and
he’s
a
more
than
capable
heir.”

Sabriel
stood
up.

“Am
I
free
to
leave?”

  63. 63. “You
are.”

Piper
took
his
chair
back.

“Send
in
Natalie
and
Lucia
on
your
way
out
for
me.”
“You
can
do
that
yourself.”

  64. 64. “I’ve
no8ced
that
I’m
not
wearing
a
shirt
in
any
of
these
scenes,”
Arthur
said.


  65. 65. “If
you’d
rather
wear
one,
we
can
work
that
out,”
Teagan
Fitzhugh
responded.

“The
movie
will
sell
beRer
if
you’re
not
wearing
a
shirt,
though.”
“It’ll
sell
beRer,
or
it’ll
provide
more
eye
candy?”
“The
two
aren’t
unrelated,”
Teagan
quipped.

  66. 66. Sabriel
opened
the
door
and
changed
into
her
everyday
clothes.

“Arthur!”
“Crap.”

She
might
be
smiling,
but
he
knew
that
tone
of
voice.

  67. 67. “Should
I
go?”

Jocelyn
asked.
“Probably.

This
isn’t
going
to
be
good.”


  68. 68. “When
you
said
that
Sansa
wasn’t
a
problem
anymore—“
Sabriel
stopped
when
she
got
to
the
table.

“Well,
this
is
quite
the
non‐Tuesday
get‐together.

Has
Will
fixed
the
phones
already?”
“No.

Teagan’s
wri8ng
a
screenplay,
and
Jocelyn
and
Kay
are
taking
me
up
on
my
offer—“
“That’s
great.

I
didn’t
actually
want
to
know
the
answer
to
that
ques8on.

Arthur,
we
should
go
upstairs.”


  69. 69. They
passed
the
nursery,
where
they
could
see
Will
and
Gemma
playing
with
the
toy
bunny,
and
made
their
way
up
to
the
third
floor.


  70. 70. “Did
you
kill
Sansa?”

Sabriel
whispered
to
Arthur.
“No.”
“But
she’s
dead,
isn’t
she?”

  71. 71. “She—I
think
so.

Uncle
Julian
said
he
was
going
to
do
it.

How
did
you
find
out?”
“Did
you
really
think
I
wasn’t
going
to
find
out?”

Sabriel
pushed
her
voice
down
aVer
realizing
she
had
been
shou8ng.

“It
was
when
I
went
to
yell
at
Piper
just
now.”

  72. 72. “Did
you
say
anything
to
him?”
“I
said
that
maybe
Sansa
had
just
leV
town.

Then
he
asked
me
if
I
did
it,
and
I
said
no,
and
that
I
wasn’t
talking—you
can’t
talk
to
him,
Arthur.

I
must
have
told
Piper
that
I
wasn’t
going
to
say
anything
to
him
a
dozen
8mes.

But
every
8me
but
one,
I
kept
on
talking.”

  73. 73. “So
Piper
doesn’t
know?”

Arthur
wanted
to
be
hopeful.
“He—I
don’t
know
what
he
knows
and
what
he
doesn’t.

I
forgot
what
a
creepy
bastard
he
is.”

She
looked
into
the
distance.

“Is
there
anything
else
you
haven’t
told
me?”

  74. 74. “Uncle
Julian
wanted
to
protect
us,”
Arthur
said.

“It
was
his
idea
aVer
I
told
him
that
Sansa
had
already
killed
someone
who
tried
to
stand
in
her
way—Jocelyn’s
wife.

He
didn’t
want
us
to
be
involved.”
“Well,
we
are.”

Sabriel
didn’t
look
at
Arthur.

“I
don’t
know
what
Piper’s
going
to
do
next.

Maybe
he’ll
try
to
talk
to
you
or
Will,
but
you
can’t
say
anything
to
him.

I
assume
Will
knew,
too?”
“He
was
the
only
one
in
the
house
old
enough
to
know
what
was
going
on,”
Arthur
said.

“He
knew
what
happened.”



  75. 75. “So
I
was
the
only
one
who
didn’t
know?

Great.”
“We—“
“Sure,
you
had
a
reason,
but
I
don’t
want
to
hear
it.

I’m
going
to
check
in
on
our
nieces,”
Sabriel
said.

“AVer
Piper,
it’ll
be
refreshing
to
be
around
toddlers
who
are
too
young
to
use
words
effec8vely.

Go
play
with
your
friends.”

  76. 76. “Is
everything
okay?”
Teagan
asked
when
Arthur
came
back
downstairs.
“I—“
Did
Teagan
already
know
the
answer
to
his
own
ques8on?

“Sansa’s
dead.”

  77. 77. No
one
spoke
for
a
while.



“I’m
almost
glad,”
Jocelyn
said,
breaking
the
silence.

“She
killed…”

  78. 78. The
reason
why
Jocelyn
had
not
managed
to
say
who
Sansa
had
killed
was
because
on
some
days,
Jocelyn
didn’t
always
remember
that
Ali
died.

Maybe
she
could
have
tried
harder
to
remember,
but
she
didn’t
want
to.




  79. 79. While
Kay
was
at
school,
Jocelyn
narrated
her
ac8ons
as
she
went
about
her
day,
pretending
that
Ali
hovered
over
her
shoulder
and
listened
to
every
word.

  80. 80. But
was
it
really
pretending,
when
she
saw
flashes
of
black
hair
and
a
black
dress
around
the
corner
everywhere
she
looked?

Surely,
her
wife
was
about
to
come
up
the
stairs
and
greet
her.


  81. 81. But
the
flashes
always
disappeared,
and
the
knowledge
that
her
wife
wasn’t
coming
back
returned.

Jocelyn
sat
back
to
try
to
summon
Ali
from
out
of
her
imagina8on,
not
wan8ng
to
be
alone
any
more.

The
cold
con8nued
to
creep
into
her
heart.


  82. 82. To
a
certain
extent,
Kay
could
keep
her
anchored
in
reality.

When
Jocelyn
danced
with
him
and
talked
about
what
he
was
doing
in
school,
she
felt
connected
to
the
world
again.



  83. 83. But
deep
down,
Jocelyn
knew
that
she
asked
more
than
her
son
could
possibly
give.

  84. 84. “Sorry.

I
didn’t
mean
to
throw
the
ball
so
hard.”

  85. 85. “That
hurt,
Kay,”
Jocelyn
said.

Her
voice
sounded
more
biRer
than
she
had
planned.

“Be
more
gentle
next
8me,
all
right?”

  86. 86. “I’ll
try.”

He
drew
back
his
arm
and
waited,
trying
to
figure
out
how
hard
to
throw.

  87. 87. “Wait.”

There
she
was.


“Stay
here,
Kay.”


  88. 88. Jocelyn
ran
away
from
the
house,
chasing
the
woman
in
the
black
dress.

“Ali!”

she
called,
louder
than
she
thought
she
could
ever
be.

“Stop!

It’s
me!

Come
back!”

  89. 89. This
8me,
the
woman
turned
around.

Jocelyn
stared.
She
definitely
looked
like
Ali.

She
had
the
same
features.

But
she
had
frozen,
and
her
eyes
looked
so
cold.

  90. 90. “It’s
not
you,”
Jocelyn
whispered.
“You
know
who
I
am,”
Ali
said.

It
didn’t
sound
like
her
voice,
either.

Even
her
voice
felt
cold,
if
that
was
possible.

No.

She
was
dead.

Jocelyn
shivered.

“I
have
to
go.”

  91. 91. But
even
when
Jocelyn
went
back
to
the
house,
she
couldn’t
forget
what
she
had
seen.

Was
her
wife
alive?

If
she
was,
what
had
happened
to
her?

It
wasn’t
fair.


  92. 92. “Sweet
dreams,
Kay.”

Dream
that
everything’s
magically
going
to
be
okay
again,
Jocelyn
thought.

  93. 93. Arthur
hoped
to
get
a
good
night’s
sleep
before
he
had
to
go
to
work.

Unfortunately,
though,
he
was
in
for
a
long
night.

  94. 94. Addison
scared
him
in
the
bathroom,
unfortunately
preven8ng
Arthur
from
using
the
bathroom
in
the
manner
he
had
intended.

  95. 95. He
tried
to
get
some
sleep
downstairs
with
the
toddlers,
which
may
have
been
a
bad
idea
in
and
of
itself,
but
Mal
woke
Arthur
up
to
scare
him
again.

Did
the
Stark
ancestors
not
want
their
descendants
to
have
good
hair
and
clothing?

  96. 96. Arthur
had
even
less
luck
trying
to
get
a
good
night’s
sleep
in
one
of
the
third
floor
beds.

He
started
to
seriously
wonder
if
he
would
survive
that
night.

  97. 97. Luckily,
Mal
eventually
turned
to
more
produc8ve
efforts,
like
cleaning
the
stove.

  98. 98. When
the
sun
came
out,
all
the
members
of
the
Stark
family
who
should
have
been
alive
were
s8ll
alive.
“Hello,
Amy
Jones!

Any
good
jobs
in
the
paper
today?”
“How
should
I
know?”
Amy
muRered.

  99. 99. “Maybe
there’ll
be
something
good
today—”

Sabriel
stared,
not
bothering
to
finish
her
sentence.

  100. 100. “Don’t
men8on
it.”

It
was
just
as
well
that
Arthur
didn’t
have
enough
peripheral
vision
while
in
costume
to
see
Sabriel
laughing.

“Plumbbob
willing,
I
never
have
to
wear
this
again.”

  101. 101. Will
briefly
wondered
if
he
had
meditated
himself
into
hallucina8ons
in
his
aRempt
to
put
himself
in
a
good
mood,
but
he
brushed
it
off.

  102. 102. Sabriel
didn’t
find
her
ideal
job
in
Business,
but
she
did
find
her
second‐best
choice:
a
posi8on
as
a
rookie
on
a
local
sports
team.

The
carpool
was
arriving
within
minutes,
so
she
changed
into
her
uniform
and
leV
the
house
right
aVer
puQng
the
paper
down.
She
would
read
the
editorial
about
Piper’s
press
conference
later.


  103. 103. “Why
Mommy
sick?”

Meg
asked
from
next
to
her
miniature
poRy.
“Because
you’re
going
to
have
two
younger
brothers
or
sisters,”
Jan
mumbled.

She
could
already
tell
that
it
wouldn’t
be
necessary
to
eat
cheesecake
for
this
pregnancy.

  104. 104. “Sister,”
Meg
repeated.

“Gem.”


“Maybe—”

Jan
couldn’t
say
anything
else.

  105. 105. AVer
helping
Meg
get
poRy
trained,
Jan
went
to
check
on
Gemma,
who
was
enthralled
by
her
pink
bunny
toy,
and
talked
to
her
while
she
played.
“There
are
six
aspira8ons,”
Jan
said,
lis8ng
each
one.

“Well,
at
my
work
we’re
talking
about
how
there
might
be
a
seventh,
but
no
one’s
proved
that.

Daddy
and
I
are
Romance.”

  106. 106. “No,”
Gemma
said.
Jan
paused.

“Well,
you’re
s8ll
young.

You
don’t
choose
un8l
you’re
a
teen—”
“No.”


  107. 107. All
in
all,
with
four
adults
in
the
house
to
take
care
of
the
twins,
they
didn’t
spend
very
much
of
their
8me
alone.

Someone
always
came
when
one
of
them
started
crying,
and
someone
was
usually
there
to
offer
anything
from
a
boRle
to
a
8ckle
to
some
help
learning
how
to
walk
or
talk.

They
didn’t
understand
yet
that,
one
day,
they
would
con8nue
to
improve
life
in
Winterfell
like
all
their
ancestors
had
done.

  108. 108. Sabriel
had
come
to
Piper’s
office
from
a
posi8on
of
power,
but
Arthur
approached
with
a
threat
hanging
over
his
head.

The
producer
of
the
commercial
he
had
audi8oned
for
had
heavily
implied
that
if
Arthur
did
not
cooperate
with
Piper’s
inves8ga8on,
he
would
lose
the
job.

Something
about
how
Mr.
Grey
needed
“honest”
people
working
for
him.


Arthur
knew
what
that
meant.

His
career
in
show
business
would
be
over,
just
like
his
grandmother’s
career
in
educa8on
had
ended.

There
might
have
been
other
things
he
could
do
for
Winterfell,
like
fulfilling
his
life8me
want
of
becoming
a
party
guest,
but
Arthur
had
set
himself
upon
this
course
ever
since
he
became
a
teen.

He
didn’t
want
it
to
end
like
this.

  109. 109. The
problem
was
that
he
did
know
something
about
how
Sansa
had
died.

Sabriel
had
come
to
the
office
knowing
nothing.


  110. 110. He
knocked
on
Brandon’s—Piper’s
door.

Natalie
answered.
“Arthur.

Good
to
see
you,”
she
said.

Natalie
turned
around.

“He’s
here.”
“Good.

Tell
him
to
come
in,”
Arthur
heard
Piper
say.

“You
can
go.”

  111. 111. When
Arthur
entered
the
room
and
Natalie
exited,
he
saw
Piper
siQng
on
the
sofa
in
the
corner
of
the
room.

“Hello,
Arthur,”
Piper
said.

“Why
don’t
you
have
a
seat
here?”

  112. 112. “All
right.”

Arthur
walked
over
to
the
couch
opposite
Piper
and
sat
down.

“Why
do
you
want
to
talk
to
me?”
“Simply
put,
we
have
reason
to
believe
you
know
something
about
the
murder
of
Sansa
Stark.”

  113. 113. Arthur
tried
to
keep
a
straight
face.

“What
reason?”

“I’m
the
one
asking
the
quesEons,
Mr.
Stark.

Now,
I
understand
that
you’re
employed
as
a
commercial
actor,
correct?”
“Yes.”

  114. 114. “And
that
this
is
part
of
your
plan
to
improve
life
in
Winterfell?”
“Yes.

It’s
been
my
plan
since
I
was
a
teenager.”

Why
were
they
talking
about
Arthur’s
work?

To
put
him
at
ease?

For
what?



  115. 115. “Where
were
you
the
night
before
last?”
“On
my
way
back
to
Winterfell
from
Oldtown.”

  116. 116. 
“And
where
was
your
brother
Will?”
“He
works
unEl
someEme
in
the
evening—about
eight,
I
think.

ANer
that,
he
would
have
been
home
with
the
toddlers.”

  117. 117. 
“Do
you
know
what
8me
Sansa
was
going
to
come
to
your
house?”
“No.

I
wasn’t
there.

How—“
“But
when
you
did
come
home,
was
Sansa
there?”
“No.”
“And
did
she
come
to
the
house
aVer
you
returned?”


“No.

She
must
have
already
come
and
gone.”

  118. 118. “Come
and
gone,
with
your
brother
sEll
the
heir.”

Piper
paused.

Arthur
no8ced
his
own
hands
beginning
to
shake.

He
wondered
if
he
should
say
anything
to
clear
things
up,
but
it
probably
wouldn’t
be
a
good
idea.

“And
where
was
your
sister
during
all
of
this?”
“With
me.”
“Are
you
sure
about
that?”
“We
went
back
from
Oldtown
in
the
same
car.

We
arrived
at
the
house
together.”

  119. 119. “But
were
you
with
each
other
aVer
you
got
home?”
“I’m
confused.”
“You
were
with
Sabriel
when
you
got
to
the
house.

Did
you
go
your
separate
ways
once
you
returned?”
“I
don’t
remember.

We
looked
for
work.

We
took
care
of
the
toddlers.

But—“

  120. 120. “Let’s
go
back
to
the
last
8me
that
you
saw
Sansa,”
Piper
interrupted.

“When
was
that?”
“AVer
the
trial.

She—you
already
know
this.”


“Know
what?”
“That
she
came
to
our
house
with
an
offer.”
“Really?

Tell
me.”

  121. 121. Were
they
really
going
to
play
this
game?

“Apparently
she
was
going
to
make
you
step
down
if
she
could
be
the
head
of
the
family
again,”
Arthur
said.
“And
what
happened
aVer
that?”
“She
leV
and
said
she’d
be
back
in
three
days.

That’s
what
we’ve
been
talking
about.”

  122. 122. “But
did
you
talk
about
it
at
all?”
“What?”
“You
must
have
come
up
with
some
kind
of
plan,”
Piper
said.

“You
don’t
just
walk
away
aVer
someone
tells
you
that
you
can
only
have
one
of
the
two
things
that
you
desperately
want.”

  123. 123. “We
did
come
up
with
a
plan.”
“What
plan?”

Piper
leaned
forward.
“To
talk
about
it
later,”
Arthur
repeated.

  124. 124. “Are
you
sure?”


“Yes.

That’s
the
plan
that
we
came
up
with.”

  125. 125. “I
ask
because
I
understand
that
your
employer
places
a
high
value
on
honesty.

I’m
as
invested
in
Winterfell’s
success
as
you
are,
and
I
would
hate
to
end
your
chosen
career.”


“So—“
Arthur
started
to
say.
“And
I
find
it
very
hard
to
believe
that
your
family
didn’t
have
some
kind
of
plan.

So
I’m
giving
you
another
chance
to
be
honest,
Arthur.

What
was
the
plan?”

  126. 126. “I—“

Arthur
tried
to
think
of
something
else
to
say,
but
he
could
only
hear
his
uncle’s
voice
saying,
You
need
to
survive
this.

No
one
wanted
Arthur
to
sacrifice
his
career
for
this.

That
was
why
his
uncle
had
decided
to
take
the
fall.
“It
was
Uncle
Julian.”

  127. 127. 
“What
was
Uncle
Julian?”
Did
he
have
to
make
this
as
bad
as
possible?

Of
course
he
did.

“He
thought
that
we
wouldn’t
be
safe
unless
Sansa
was
dead.

So…he
killed
her.”

  128. 128. ”And
when
did
he
decide
to
do
this?”

Piper
kept
staring
at
Arthur.
“I
don’t
know,”
Arthur
said
by
reflex.
“You
must
know.

You
knew
why
he
did
it.”
“We
were
on
the
phone
talking
about
something
else
when
he
told
me
what
he
was
going
to
do,”
Arthur
revealed.


“Going
to
do?

So
he
hadn’t
done
it
yet?”
“Yes.

I
mean,
he
hadn’t
done
it
yet.”

  129. 129. “See,
the
thing
is,
Arthur,
it
doesn’t
maRer
who
pulled
the
trigger,”
Piper
said.

“It
maRers
who
planned
the
crime.”
“No,
it
doesn’t—“
“The
law
of
conspiracy
has
changed,”
Piper
con8nued.

“Any
member
of
a
conspiracy
to
commit
a
crime
is
guilty
of
the
en8re
crime.

And
this
looks
like
a
classic
conspiracy
to
me.”



  130. 130. Arthur
froze.


“Do
you
have
anything
to
say
to
that?”
Piper
asked.
“I
didn’t
want
him
to
do
it,”
Arthur
said.

“I
told
him
not
to
do
it.”

  131. 131. “I
see,”
Piper
said.

“But
someone
must
have
let
him
into
the
house.”
“I
wasn’t
there.

I
can’t
tell
you
who
let
him
into
the
house.”

  132. 132. Piper
nodded.

“Well,
I
think
this
has
served
its
purpose.

You
can
go,
Arthur.”
“Really?”

He
wanted
to
ask
whether
he
could
s8ll
have
his
job,
but
he
knew
he
wouldn’t
get
any
kind
of
answer.


“Yes.

You
can
go.

Give
my
regards
to
your
brother
and
sister.”

  133. 133. Arthur
had
no
plans
to
do
that.

He
made
his
exit.

  134. 134. “You’re
going
to
grow
up
today,
Valen8ne,”
BriRany
told
her
daughter.

“You’ll
be
a
big
girl.”
“Big!

Like
you?”

she
asked.

  135. 135. “Not
as
big.

But
someday,
maybe
you
will
be.”
“Good.”

Valen8ne
smiled.

  136. 136. “Are
you
sure
she
has
to
grow
up
already?”

Julian
asked.

“Just
think
about
all
the
trouble
she’s
going
to
get
into.”
“I
keep
telling
you
that
if
you’re
going
to
be
bored,
we
could
have
another
one,”
BriRany
suggested.


“You
mean,
you
could
have
another
one.

I’m
too
old.”

  137. 137. “That’s
all
the
more
reason
why
I
could
have
another
one.

I
think
it
would
be
nice
to
have
another
kid,
and
I
don’t
want
the
father
to
be
anyone
else.”


“Well,
we
could
try,”
Julian
said.

“If
it
works
out,
it
works
out;
if
it
doesn’t,
we’ve
got
Valen8ne.

Are
you
sure
you’re
not
a
Family
Sim?”
“No,
not
really.”

  138. 138. “AVer
work,
though.

I
s8ll
have
to
be
Educa8on
Minister,”
Julian
said.

“I
don’t
want
to
think
about
who
else
could
have
that
posi8on
right
now.”

  139. 139. When
Valen8ne
grew
up,
she
immediately
started
making
friends
with
Teagan,
who
had
walked
by
the
house
that
day.
“So,
you
write
movies?

That’s
cool.

I’ve
never
seen
a
movie,
but
my
mom
and
dad
tell
me
that
my
cousin’s
in
movies.

Do
you
know
him?”
“Yeah.

He’s
a
great
guy.”

  140. 140. “That’s
cool.

It’s
a
liRle
weird
that
he’s
your
age,
but
he’s
s8ll
my
cousin.

I
thought
cousins
were
supposed
to
be
the
same
age
as
each
other.”
“They
don’t
have
to
be,”
Teagan
said.

“There
are
lots
of
different
families.

You
should
see
what
my
family
looks
like.”

He
paused.

“Maybe
when
you’re
older.”
“Huh.”

Valen8ne
paused.

“Want
to
play
chess?”
“Sure.”
“Okay.

I
have
to
shower
first.”

  141. 141. Surprisingly,
Valen8ne
spent
the
game
being
cheated
instead
of
partaking
in
any
chea8ng
of
her
own.

  142. 142. AVer
Valen8ne
went
to
bed,
though,
the
Amanas
had
an
unwelcome
visitor.

  143. 143. Jessica
Ebadi
made
off
with
three
chairs:
both
of
the
chairs
for
the
chess
table
and
one
of
the
studying
chairs.


  144. 144. It
could
have
been
worse.

At
least
Julian
and
BriRany
had
the
money
to
replace
the
chairs,
and
the
sight
of
a
chair‐less
chess
table
amused
them
at
first.

  145. 145. But
the
break‐in
itself
was
worse
than
the
robbery.

Julian
had
thought
he
was
safer
than
that.


  146. 146. Valen8ne
didn’t
seem
to
mind,
though.

The
new
chair
was
more
comfortable
than
the
old
one,
aVer
all.

So
she
just
sat
down
and
started
to
study
for
her
body
points.

  147. 147. That
evening,
Will
made
an
unexpected
visit
to
the
house.
“It’s
great
to
see
you,
BriRany.”

They
shook
hands.

“Should
I
be
calling
you
Aunt
BriRany?”

“You
can
if
you
want
to.

It
doesn’t
maRer
to
me.

What
brings
you
here?”

  148. 148. “I
wanted
to
check
and
see
how
you
and
Uncle
Julian
are
doing.”

Make
sure
he
hasn’t
been
arrested.

“And
Valen8ne.

It’s
a
liRle
odd
not
having
Uncle
Julian
around,
and
I
know
he’s
not
geQng
any
younger.”
“We’re
all
right,”
BriRany
told
him.

“Except
from
the
burglary
last
night—”
“Burglary?

I’m
so
sorry.”

So
he
hadn’t
been
arrested.

Thank
goodness.
“There
just
isn’t
a
lot
of
drama
out
here.

Julian
is
s8ll
working
as
Educa8on
Minister,
and
I
have
a
job
as
a
desk
sergeant.

Valen8ne
would
have
started
school
today,
but
there
was
a
snow
day.”

  149. 149. “But
there
is
more
good
news:
I’m
pregnant
again.”

  150. 150. “Wait.

You’re
having
another
baby?”
“Yeah,”
BriRany
said.

“Do
you
have
a
problem
with
that?”

  151. 151. “No.

It’s
just—what
if—”
“I’m
trying
not
to
think
about
that,
Will.

Both
the
kids
are
going
to
know
their
dad.

They
will.”

  152. 152. Julian
definitely
wasn’t
in
police
custody.

He
greeted
Will
with
a
pillow
to
the
face.
“I’ve
missed
you!”

Will
said
once
he
managed
to
stop
laughing.

“Good
thing
you
s8ll
like
pillow
figh8ng!”


  153. 153. “Of
course
I
do.

I
might
have
changed
my
last
name,
but
I’m
s8ll
a
Stark.”

Julian
brought
back
his
pillow.

“You
going
to
fight
back
or
not?”

  154. 154. “Fight
back,
of
course!”

  155. 155. “I
really
am
glad
you
thought
to
come
by,
even
though
it’s
not
Tuesday.”

Julian
hugged
Will.

“I
have
missed
everyone,
even
though
I’d
rather
be
here.”
“I’ve
missed
you,
too,”
Will
said
again.

“How
are
you
feeling?”
“I’ve
been
beRer,”
Julian
admiRed.

“It’s
a
good
thing
that
life
isn’t
as
fast‐paced
out
here.

I’m
not
sure
if
I
could
keep
up.”
“Oh.

I’m
sorry
to
hear
that.”

  156. 156. Julian
changed
the
subject:
“How
are
the
twins?”
“Cute,
but
demanding.

Seems
like
Meg’s
wan8ng
aRen8on
as
soon
as
we
finally
put
Gemma
to
sleep,
and
the
other
way
around.

But
they’re
great
girls.”

Will
smiled.

“Jan’s
expec8ng
twins
again.”

  157. 157. “Congratula8ons!”
“Well,
not
that
you
probably
wanted
to
know
that.”
“I’m
happy
that
I’ll
have
new
nieces.

Or
nephews.

But
probably
nieces.”

Julian
smiled
anyway.




  158. 158. Will
fell
silent.

He
wasn’t
going
to
talk
to
his
uncle
about
Jan,
and
he
didn’t
want
to
men8on
the
recent
troubles.


“But
Piper’s
sEll
a
problem?”

Julian
prompted
him.
“Yeah.”

  159. 159. “He’s
been
inves8ga8ng
us,”
Will
explained.

“He
sent
two
people
to
search
our
house
for
evidence
yesterday,
and
he
ques8oned
Arthur
today.

I
wasn’t
sure
if
you’d
s8ll
be
here
when
I
came
over
tonight.

I
don’t
know
what
to
do.”

  160. 160. “Did
you
tell
him
that
I
did
it?”
Julian
asked.

“That’s
why
I
did
it.

You
weren’t
supposed
to
be
taking
the
heat.”
“Arthur
did
tell
him.

It
doesn’t
sound
like
he
cares.”
“No,
it
doesn’t,”
Julian
said.


  161. 161. “If
I
was
Sabriel,
I’d
run
right
into
the
office
and
demand
that
he
stop
inves8ga8ng
my
family.

But
I’m
not.”

Will
looked
down
at
the
board
and
picked
up
a
pawn.

“I
think
it’d
be
more
trouble
than
it’s
worth
to
do
that,
anyway.”
“Again,
you’re
probably
right,”

Julian
said.

“I
don’t
think
you
want
to
walk
into
that
office.”
“But
I
need
to
do
something.”

Will
moved
the
piece.

“Are
you
going
to
stop
being
annoyingly
cryp8c,
or
are
you
going
to
actually
give
me
advice?”

  162. 162. “I’m
not
actually
trying
to
be
cryp8c,”
Julian
said.

“But
you
are
going
to
have
to
develop
a
sense
of
these
things
for
yourself,
Will.”
“But
that’s
the
problem.

I
thought
I’d
always
know
what
to
do,
like
Dad.”
“He
didn’t
always
know
what
to
do,”
Julian
said.

“He
made
mistakes.

But
in
the
end,
your
dad
told
himself
that
he
was
going
to
do
his
best,
and
that
would
be
enough.

Maybe
you
just
need
to
do
the
same
thing
and
trust
in
yourself.”

  163. 163. “But
my
best
isn’t
enough
if
that
means
we
lose
this
fight.”

Will
looked
down.

The
idea
of
losing
the
fight
seemed
more
real
than
ever.

“I
know
how
to
fix
the
phones.

I
might
know
how
to
be
a
father.

But
I
don’t
know
how
to
deal
with
Piper.
“I
have
to
do
something.”

  164. 164. Will
didn’t
get
the
chance
to
do
anything.

When
he
got
back
home,
Ellen
and
Kevin
were
wai8ng
for
him,
accompanied
by
Sabriel.
“Will!”

Sabriel
shouted,
walking
towards
him.

“You
need
to—“

She
sounded
like
she’d
been
arguing
for
a
long
8me.

  165. 165. “Be
quiet.

We
have
work
to
do,”
Kevin
told
her.
“No.

If
you’re
not
going
to
go
away,
you’re
going
to
give
me
some
8me
with
him.”



  166. 166. Sabriel
took
Will
and
led
him
away
from
the
house.

“They’re
going
to
arrest
you,”
she
explained.
“What?”
“Don’t
worry.

We’re
going
to
get
you
out
of
there.

Un8l
you
hear
from
us,
don’t
say
a
word.

You
understand?”

  167. 167. “No!

Why
are
they
arres8ng
me?”
“They
think
you
killed
Sansa.”
“But
I
didn’t!”

  168. 168. “That’s
enough.

Break
it
up.”

Kevin
stepped
between
Sabriel
and
Will.

“Will
Stark,
you’re
under
arrest
for
the
murder
of
Sansa
Stark.

You
need
to
come
with
us
now.”
“I
didn’t—“
“Now.”



  169. 169. Next
8me
on
An
Apocalypse
of
Ice:
+
How
is
Will
going
to
get
out
of
this?
+
Imports
being
awesome.
+
BABIES!

TODDLERS!
+
No,
really,
how
is
Will
going
to
get
out
of
this?

  170. 170. Guest
starring:
+
Teagan
Fitzhugh
(The
Morgan
Legacy)
+
Ursula
Fitzhugh
(A
Villainous
Apocalypse)
Cameo:
Wally
Doran
(The
Bass‐ackwards
Apocalypse).
Thanks
to
De,
Marina,
and
Lark
for
leQng
me
have
their
sims,
and
thanks
to
De
and
Pen
for
serving
as
my
confidantes
for
this
chapter!

  171. 171. Seriously,
Valen8ne
grew
up
in
this
dress.

Beware
the
cute.
Happy
Simming!


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