Holodeck 2, USS Portland
"So, we know that Washington left for Winnipeg via Union Station four weeks ago, and we know that he never got on his train--"
"Captain, this is absurd," interrupted Timothy. "We're trapped in the holodeck with no safeties and someone trying to kill us. We should be trying to break out, or contact someone on the outside, not playing detective!"
"That's what I'm trying to do!" exclaimed Alenis. She winced in pain, any activity, be it walking or even talking too loudly, would aggravate her wound. "If we can solve this mystery, the program should conclude and end."
"But you were almost killed!"
"I've been dead before," countered Alenis in a deadpan voice. "As much as I am an aficionado of the mystery genre, I don't enjoy this any more than either of you. Now, whoever or whatever is responsible for this is clearly toying with us. The ring, the Shakespeare quote, it's all a game to someone. If we play along, perhaps we can get them to show themselves."
Tim shook his head. This plan was not only dangerous but crazy. Whoever this evil gamemaster was, he clearly had no qualms about hurting, maybve even killing, them. "And how would we do that?" he asked.
"Where would one go if one were to try to solve the mystery?" Alenis asked rhetorically.
There was a brief moment of silence before Detective Beauvoir chimed in. "The train station?"
"Of course." Alenis nodded. "It's the last place Washington was seen, and the logical place to begin an investigation. If the party responsible for this were to set a trap, it would be the logical place." She looked over at a clearly confused constable who was desperately trying to keep up. "Constable Nettles, hail us a carriage. We're going downtown."