[A/N: Sorry for the very late update, I've been quite unmotivated as my drafts keep messing up as I write both on my phone and laptop, I'll change up the plot a bit so it won't be just a carbon copy.]

After we finished dessert, we were all gathered in Ciel's drawing room, which had tea on the table and had the exact amount of seats for all the remaining survivors. No one else is going to die now, but people had died, leaving a harsh tension among the others. Grey was still being the glutton he is, and thankfully I didn't have to seat next to him, only to Ranmao.

"Well then," He started, "We've eaten dessert, so let's sort things out."

Everyone turned their attention to Grey, "First of all, Lord Siemens deaths was around 10 past 1 this morning, the only one who doesn't have an alibi is Earl Phantomhive." Ciel shot Grey a look, as he continued on further. "Next is the butler...his time of death is unknown."

Oh? How would you know that? Well it's not like you were at the scene and is the perpetrator-- Oh well, I'll never know.

"Finally Mr. Phelps." Grey played around with his fork for a bit, "His time of death was 38 minutes past 2 this morning..." He looked at Arthur, who now seemed to be the investigator in this case." Am I correct?"

"No," Arthur said, "The butler's corpse was found first but who actually was killed first is still unknown." I smiled at this, if anyone had been able to catch that little trip up, it might move this original story plot line to something else.

However, Arthur moved on, "From their condition, we know that a few hours have passed between then being killed and our finding them-- At this stage, me and the earl who were chained to the bed until morning have an alibi." Charles Grey and I looked among ourselves, probably reminding ourselves on what happened last night. We didn't do any killing, at least that what he thinks of what I thought.

"Then who saw Mr. Butler last?" Lau asked.

I spoke up, "That would probably be them." Gesturing to Ciel and Arthur, before I was dismissed.

Ciel didn't deny it but hadn't agreed either, Arthur also supporting it by saying,"But...not only was it dark, the clock was rather far away, I can't tell you the exact time..."

I frowned, muttering curses under my breath. Geez, Sebastian, you really are sloppy, how can we know now that you were murdered--

"Ah, I've got it!" Finnian exclaimed, raising his arm, "We saw Mr. Sebastian in the middle of the night!" With Mey-rin adding into the input. "M-me too!"

Mr. Detective here asked what time it was, being given the clue that it was around 2:50...This means that Sebastian was killed last. I could support that with what happened last night, but I wouldn't want to end this now so early. Ciel must have something up his sleeve when his demon butler is supposedly dead.

"So what did he want?" I tapped the armrest of the chair I was sitting impatiently.

"Er," Baldroy started, "He came to me to confirm the food stock and he gave this guy instructions on cleaning the hearths." He shook Finnian a bit.

Growing suspicious of the background that Sebastian set up, I turned to Mey-rin, "How about you, Miss Maid?"

The maid fidgeted with her hands a bit, thinking for a second. Her glasses seemed to become opaque as I couldn't read much of her expression, after all the eyes are the key part of telling ones emotions.

"He asked me to...take care...of a delivery owl?" She said.

"An owl?" I stopped to think, "That makes sense, since opposed to a pigeon, an owl can fly through a storm like this."

Grey dived in this conversation, "What was in the letter?"

"...I didn't see, I didn't think it was in my right to do so," Mey-rin muttered.

"He might have sent a letter to the police," Arthur suggested, noting it down in his tiny notebook. Ciel and Grey looked at him curiously, however I looked at him with a slight smile.

"Seeing that the telephone wouldn't connect in a storm like this, I guess so!" I chirped, clasping my hands together, "So are we finally connecting the dots?"

"No...I'm afraid not, since if Sebastian was the last to killed, the story becomes more complex."

"Hmmm...I see, oh pray tell how," I trailed off, resting my head on my hand.