Venice, 1947,

It was Halloween night and your mother, Rowena Drake, had invited close friends and a medium, Joyce Reynolds, over for a seance to see if your twin sister, Alicia Drake, was ok in death

You, Rowena, Hercule Poirot, Dr. Leslie Ferrier, his son Leopold Ferrier, Vitale Portfoglio, Olga Seminoff, Maxime Gerard(Alicia’s ex fiancé) and Ariadne Oliver all say around Joyce at tables, the lights dimmed. Desdemona and Nicholas Holland (Siblings) Joyce’s assistants, stood to the side. They were no older than you, nineteen at the most

You held Rowena’s hand tightly, her other hand holding Baba, Alicia’s old stuffed rabbit, tightly. You never quite believed in the supernatural but you needed to try, for Alicia. She was the only person who understood you, besides Dr. Ferrier

Hercule had realized it was all a ruse until Joyce’s chair started spinning and spinning, her voice sounded exactly like Alicia as she looked at your mother saying things like ‘hurt’ and ‘thirsty’ until the chair started spinning again and she was yelling at no one in particular

Joyce (Alicia’s voice): “Murderer! Murderer! You killed me!”

Maxime, having being sat next to you, grabbed your free hand. This concerned him just as much as it did you and Rowena, he was still partially family no matter how much to Rowena’s dismay

The spinning in her chair stops, Alicia’s voice fading as she goes back to normal