Ariana stumbled across the burnt floor, swaying slightly on her feet. She panted through the heat as sweat dripped down her temples.

Surveying the surroundings, she found the private room at the corner of the corridor. She clutched the fire extinguisher in her hands and ran towards the room.

She slowly turned the doorknob and discovered that there was a metal lock on the door!

Murder!

The word flashed in her mind as the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. A rising suspicion entered her mind. What if the fire had been premeditated? If not, then how could only the private room with Theodore be locked? she banged her closed fist on the door repeatedly, and shouted, "Theodore, are you there?"