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[bonnypiperlad]

[There have been many times in Jamie's life where he's not understood what's going on, usually when there's a name or a word or an idea that's far past his time. Usually he figures out some way to get through, either by questions or by pretending he has a clue. It's worked well enough for him before.

Today, however, it's more difficult to do that, thanks to the very large blank in his memory. It would possibly be frustrating if he wasn't still somewhat disorientated by what had happened, but mostly right now he feels strange, in a bit of a daze that makes thinking difficult. In an effort to try and clear the fog around his head, he starts to wander the Plane with no clear destination in mind. Eventually, he finds himself over by the forest, with a strong urge to sit which he doesn't bother to try and fight, instead settling under a large tree and unwrapping a bundle that he's been carrying with him. In the bundle is a broken hunting knife, which he stares down at like he's expecting it to give him some answers. It doesn't really seem to be cooperating, though, and after a moment he sighs, shaking his head even as he continues to look at the object in his hand.]

Och, I wish I knew what was going on.

(OOC: Another post-death Whodunnit post for anyone interested in trying to figure out clues!)

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[grip_on_reality]

[she smiles a little at the ferret enclosure, incongruous as it is against the backdrop of the Plane's forest] Nice place you've got set up.

[but she notices the stain at almost the same instant as Jamie does. at his rather upset response, she raises a hand, signaling for him to stay there] Calm down. I'll have a look.

[and she does just that, pulling away and walking up to the stained area so she can kneel down next to it. she's not trying to verify what the stain is--she's certain they already know that answer. but she is looking for a cause, assuming the dagger isn't it]

[and in fact it isn't. a glint of metal catches her eye, and Menzies reaches down to pick up the item. when she gets a good look at what it is, her expression darkens. without a word, she stands and returns to Jamie, holding it out to show him. not sure whether Jamie will understand its significance, she says quietly:] It's the casing from a bullet.

[bonnypiperlad]

[Calm is a relative term, but he at least keeps from wringing his hands together anxiously when she pulls away. It doesn't do anything to stop the look on his face when she does find the casing, because he knows guns well enough to recognize it - and he knows what it likely means to find something there.]

I was shot, then.

[And given the amount of blood that's around, even as dried as it is, he can guess at the next part.]

And I must've...must've bled to death before I could stop the bleeding.

[grip_on_reality]

[quietly, she says:] You may not have been conscious long. [not that she thinks it makes much difference in the end, especially since Jamie doesn't remember either way, but...she'd rather not think he suffered like that]

[in any case, she pockets the casing and offers a hand to Jamie] C'mon. Wherever you want to go, I'll take you there.

[it seems like the least she can do--and she can't imagine any way that it would be healthy for him to stay here]

[bonnypiperlad]

Aye, maybe you're right.

[Both about him being conscious for long and her mostly unspoken suggestion to get out of here, in fact. Trouble's asleep in the cage and seems none the worse for wear, so he adds a little more food to the ferret's dish, checks the water level quickly and decides it'll do for now.]

I...I've not got anywhere in mind. Can we just walk for a bit?

[grip_on_reality]

[she nods, glad not for the first time that the Plane allows her to do things like this without having to worry about missing a shift] Sure thing. [and she starts walking away from the area, slowly. she doesn't say anything else, trying to give Jamie the space he might need]