My Caledon Rothesay place has been my virtual home since December 2008. The big white Victorian has moved me with from "before" Caledon to Caledon II in early 2008 and finally to Rothesay. Here is where I displayed photographs from my real life on the walls, tucked scrapbooks on shelves and tables, covered the mantle with special flowers (thank you Denver Hax), and my oldest dearest furniture sat in a comfortable circle in front of the fireplace. We Merry Widows drank tea and laughed together; Audrey and I sat many a night talking about our lives in Australia and Missouri, US.; and Junie dragged me out of the garden to go adventuring. The floor was usually littered with bags and boxes from my shopping trips. Since I tend to forget to "lock" prims, Iason dropped one night right through the front porch to the ground when I thought I was cleaning up the shopping bags and blew off the front of the house. When I changed the conservatory to a kitchen, you could practically smell the bread baking in its little virtual oven. In so many ways - even the shopping bags on the floor, this virtual home copies my real home. Oh, I don't have a big white Victorian in real life but wicker furniture, books, and family definitely connect the two. Several weeks ago, I decided either my homestead in Winterfell or my Rothesay parcel would have to go - I mean really how many prims does a girl need? With talking to myself, friends, making lists of pros and cons, I purchased a full sim now tucked safely away as my Winterfell Harbor. Where does that leave Caledon Rothesay? My quarter sim is up for purchase but I still have almost two weeks left on the meter. With my rl going to became crazy in the next couple weeks, I went ahead and packed away my big white house. It was a good thing my typist was home alone since tears were shed and tissues piled up by the keyboard. Amazing how attached one can become to what is virtual pixels. After Friday evening, I know for some it is just "land" and a business this place we call Second Life. For myself, this is my home for now and don't ask me to give it up until the last tick of meter stops. Even without my house, I still will call Caledon home of my heart.
Entering the building, the officers found debris, papers fluttering in the wind, dripping water, dirt - and stains - so many rusty stains. Many stains splashed on all surfaces. Investigating, Sgy. Wozniak discovered the stains were indeed blood! Officer Anderton is puzzled to find shadows on the wall behind them - horrifed to realize one of the shadows is a figure of a woman! Is this a clue to the missing widow? They continue climbing up the floors of the building not trusting the elevators to carry them safely. Blocked at times by locked doors and metal fences, they perserve - pulling each other out of tight spots.
Curious, they find a large room - destroyed - old sofas, overturned tables and chairs. What happened here? Officer El finds a pitiful stuffed toy rabbit tossed onto a couch. Ewwwww! Covered in those bloody stains and ripped to pieces, the toy lay there like a carcass.
Sounds follow the intrepid duo as they search the rooms for clues. Doors creak in the distance bowels of the building. What is that sound deep below? Gurgling water echoes. The officers check out each exit. What lays below them?
Finding themserlves stranded only half way up the main tower, Sgt. Wozniak and her trusty sidekick Anderton carefully look over the scene. 
"This place will take forever to explore," says the sergeant. Agreeing, the two split up to look for the mysterious missing widow. 
In the meantime, Sgt. June had climbed over to another broken window on the back side of building. This wall looked like a bomb or rocket has blasted inside. Peering down, she notices a sewer tunnel projecting from the rocks below. "El! Come on! Where are you? I have found the basement!" calls Wozniak. By this time Anderton is rushing down towards the basement. Giving a shudder, she drops down the basement stairs to the floor below. Ignoring the damp, wetness of the place, she follows Wozniak's call. "June, wait for me!"
Silence reigns now.... Carefully easing inside the room, Eleanor sees the dark morgue with open cadaver storage drawers, instruments, and tables. What is that - not the rabbit again!
Spinning around, she sees something in the darkened room.... all fades to black!