Musical Interlude
Discussion between the guests is active throughout the day, only concluding with Saffron's appearance at sunset. Some guests, still somewhat confused over how the lynches are decided, wait anxiously to see whether they group has been successful in selecting someone to die.
"COMPUTING."
Saffron's eyelashes don't flutter like her predecessors. Instead, her head spins around several times in an anatomically impossible way.
"THE LYNCHEE IS... PookyTheMagicalBear."
The guests nod, and those most adamant about this choice surround their cuddly victim and ready the noose. Throughout their preparations, PookyTheMagicalBear is silent. Soon enough, the lynchee is standing on the platform, all noosed up and ready to go. The guests are ready to kick the platform away when there is a shout.
"Wait!"
The doors burst open, crashing against the walls, and the guests are somewhat surprised to see Mr. Grey appear - not so much because of his appearance itself, as he seems to always show up, but because he is slowing them down.
He ignores the other guests entirely and looks straight at the victim.
"You don't have anything to say?"
PookyTheMagicalBear remains quiet, accepting death bravely.
"Nothing?
The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore
?
Love Hurts
?
If I Could Turn Back Time
?"
Frustrated by the continued silence, Mr. Grey pulls out a gun, points it directly at Saffron's head, and blows her electronic brains out.
"
Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down)
??"
One of the guests whispers:
"I feel like he is trying to tell us something. But I don't know what."
Mr. Grey shouts in annoyance, and walks back in the house, muttering about "writer's block" and "creativity" and "characters not cooperating". The guests get on with the business at hand. The platform is shoved aside, and PookyTheMagicalBear is left dangling in the wind - but with a dying breath manages to gasp out at the other guests:
"Could've... Been... You..."
Paris, 26 May 1839
"Two more bodies have been found today, again identified as among those who have been missing these past five days. One is that of a noble soldier I had the supreme pleasure of meeting on the morning prior to his disappearance - Maximillien Morrel. The other is the young Valentine de Villefort. Strangely, the two were found lying together, side by side and motionless, holding hands. Whether this apparent illicit love affair is related to their disappearance and subsequent deaths is unclear at this time." - M. Beauchamp
PookyTheMagicalBear (Cher, Innocent) has been lynched. It is Night 5. Deadline for choices is 22:30 GMT Monday.