Let's take a look at some photoes first:
It's funny. With Joey there, we almost look like a real family. I can't believe that Joey was around when Auntie Lauren was taking care of me.
Joey crashes yet another photograph. He doesn't look happy.
This is actually pretty subtle, because nothing points you to look at the old photoes to check for anything OMINOUS!! I probably wouldn't do that either, if not for the later games that have these photoes hanging on walls, so you can look at them again.
And a picture of JoAnn and her friends. JoAnn is on the left, the one in the middle is our ghost, and the one on the right is...
...On the left
Shut up, ghost of Johnny Cash.
As I was about to say, the one on the right is someone we don't know yet.
Let's chat with Joey a bit.
What do you want, sweetheart?
So what can you actually DO? As a ghost. Any powers or something like that?
What you see is what you get, dear. I can float through walls as long as I'm still near you.
But you can't touch anything?
Not really... Well, you remember that breeze you felt when I... manifested myself last night? That's the extent of my physical presence.
Not really.
Everyone's a critic...
I think I've heard enough.
Yeah, let's get going.
Bugging neighbours is what we do best, so let's do some more of it.
You look a little... preoccupied.
I'm fine.
Suddenly, the dawg starts barking at Joey like mad.
Moti never acts like that.
Oh jeez. In case you haven't noticed, some animals can sense me. Are you getting a good look, mutt?
What's gotten into you, Moti? I'm sorry, he must be sick or something.
It's all right.
You said yesterday that you sense things. Could you tell me more about that?
Well, I'm not psychic or anything, if that's what you mean. I'm just observant. Anyone could tell something was wrong, if they kept their eyes open. Speaking of which... Care to tell me what's wrong?
What do you mean?
You look... ill at ease. Uncomfortable. The way your eyes keep moving back and forth, it's like you want to look at something behind you. Is everything all right?
Say you're fine, kid.
I'm... fine.
Yep. Everything's just dandy.
Just... dandy.
And could you stop looking at me? I mean, I know it's hard...
I see. Well, I'm here if you need me. Come back whenever you'd like.
Also, something struck me lately. Her name is Nishanti
Sharma, right? Sounds familiar?
Sharming Fashion Company. It's a strange name, but it has meaning behind it. It's based on my family's name - Sharma. And it sounds like 'charming'.
Coincidence? YOU DECIDE.
But back to the task at hand.
Dogs, cats, birds. Any dumb animal.
So what does that make me?
I dunno, a gerbil? You kinda look like a gerbil.
Hmmm, he sorta has a point. I mean, look at her teeth...
Shut up.
And since we're done bugging the neighbours, let's bug our favourite goth instead.
Kelly!
Could I ask you some follow-up questions, Kelly?
Sigh. Fine. Make it quick.
How are you holding up?
I'm fine. Midterms are a bitch, but I'm handling it. Or I WOULD be handling it, if you didn't keep bugging me.
Thanks for lending me that photograph.
No big deal, it was just sitting there on her desk.
Can I take a look around?
What for?
Just to see if I can find anything else about JoAnn.
What, you're a detective now? Forget it. You can ask your stupid questions, but you touch nothing.
Could you tell me about the other girls in the photo?
Oh, THEM.
You know them?
Only through JoAnn. The blond girl is... Alli, I think. And the Asian girl is Susan.
Do you know them well?
No, I tried to avoid them whenever they were here. I need my space. JoAnn needed her friends around her. So whenever JoAnn turned this place into Social Central, I split. They didn't care for me, and I didn't care much for them.
Do you know anything about JoAnn's friend Alli?
You mean miss Blondie? I know enough, which isn't much. She was over here all the time, visiting JoAnn. She was kinda... sweet, I guess. Laughed all the time. Ugh, that was annoying. That was usually my cue to get outta here. Why do you want to know about her?
I'm having... difficulty finding her. Would you know where she is?
I dunno, she could be anywhere. Studying, partying...
Pushing up daisies?
Shh!
Huh?
Nothing.
Uh... right.
I don't suppose you know anything about Susan?
Not much. Quiet, I guess. Maybe she just didn't talk around me. I never stuck around long enough to get to know her.
Thanks for helping out.
There's some stuff on the desk to the right:
And a bulletin board hanging on the wall:
The photo on the left:
The future mrs Davenport? I wonder what that means.
centre:
I recognize her, that's JoAnn.
right:
That's her, the ghost in the park. She looks so happy here. I wonder what happened to make her... like that.
Do you know anyone named Davenport?
No, but it's a stupid name.
It's written right over there on JoAnn's bulletin board.
You think I care what she does? I mean, what she did. I mean, I don't know anyone with that name. Sorry.
Bitch is trying to weasel out. No matter, let's snatch the notebook...
No. JoAnn and I might not have been buddies, but I'll be damned if I let some stranger paw through her stuff.
Or not... this will require some improvising.
Can I use your phone?
You what?
It'll only take a second.
Fine, fine, just hurry up.
Who do you think you're calling?
Well, that's a good question I guess. Rosa picks up the phone, and the mouse pointer activates, but no dialogue options...
Hm. Let's click on Joey.
Hello, could I speak to Joey, please?
Score!
...
Hi, Joey?
Um...
God, he's dumb.
Yes, I had some questions for you.
... Ahhh! Heh, not bad, kid, not bad. If you got something to say, say it quick. Lady pincushion here is starting to look a little hot under the collar.
Joey, can you do something about that little bird who is watching me?
Huh? You mean metal nose?
Yes, she's making me nervous.
Me? What can I do?
You performed a little trick for me earlier. I'd like you to repeat it for me. Do you see the pile of papers on the desk? I need you to work your magic on them.
Ahh, sure sure, I can handle that.
Thanks again, Kelly.
Yeaaaah. Sure.
Yoink!
Nice one!
As for the notebook:
Looks like standard poli-sci lecture notes. It looks like JoAnn tried to doodle in class. The last set of notes in this book is pretty... strange. I'd better take a closer look.
My pet degus can draw better than that.
Whoa.
Do you know anyone named Alexander?
No, sorry.
Oh well, let's gtfo.
You commited your first burglary.
Is that what I just did?
For the greater good, kid. For the greater good.
That makes me feel SO much better.
Davenport. Alexander. Susan (future mrs Davenport) + Alexander
Hmm.
Hm, I think it's safe to say that these refer to the same person.
Also had a word with the useless R.A., but since he's useless, he didn't have anything to say.
To the batmobile!
I don't want to, but I guess we should talk to the ghost again.
Don't worry, I'll do the talking.
Young lady, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're dead.
It's so quiet... I...
Sweetheart, are you listening to me?
They all go away... The Deacon made them go away.
Deacon?
Listen, you don't have to worry about it anymore. Whatever it is. Just... let go.
He haunts my dreams. He gets into my head. He poisoned me, he's trying to kill me.
But you're... oh forget it.
Are you friends with a girl named JoAnn?
JoAnn, JoAnn, beware JoAnn when her plan's unfurled. For she intends to take over the world. She had to go away, he drove her away, she didn't understand.
Uh... ok?
Do you know why JoAnn killed herself?
JoAnn? She can't be dead, she's going to change the world. She's not dead, even though she had to go away. They all had to go away. Because of the Deacon.
Who the hell is this Deacon?
Is your name Alli?
Yes, that's me! Alli Montego of story and song! She kisses the boys, but not for long.
Cute. Well, Alli Montego. At least we've confirmed who you are. Can you tell me about your friend Susan?
Quiet Sue. Little lady Lee, always neat and always fair. Won't say much, but you'll know she's there.
Lady... Lee?
She had to go away. Stupid Deacon, sending away all my friends. Even the little, little ones.
So she's a pedo?
Do you know anyone named Alexander Davenport?
On a date with Alexander the Great. Was it an accident or was it just fate?
Can you tell me who the Deacon is?
The Deacon is the Deacon. We called him and he came. He got into my head. He's scared, he's diseased. He's made me diseased too. Now everyone goes away.
We'll figure this out, and we'll be back.
What, you don't like dogs?
You know what I mean...
But the question still stands: Who (or what) is this Deacon?
Does the word 'Deacon' mean anything to you?
Deacon? No, I'm afraid not.
Does the name 'Deacon' mean anything to you?
Nope, I'm agnostic.
Durr. Useless people are still useless.
Back to the batcave.
"Lee" is a pretty common name, but it should narrow things down. I think I got her. Susan Lee, 18 years old, was admitted to Bellevue Hospital last week after an apparent suicide attempt.
I think that's our girl.
Alli Montego? Let's see if I can find her. Hm, she apparently spent some time on a spiritual internet forum. She was looking for information about... Ouija boards? "Are Ouija boards dangerous?" she asked. "Can they call anything evil? And if so, how do you get rid of it?"
Oh jeez. Another bunch of hacks messing with those stupid boards.
This has happened before?
A few times. These things are NOTHING but trouble.
Hm, an Alexander Davenport was listed as being on the Hockey Team at NYU. It doesn't say anything else about him, though.
And now for some family history.
What was Auntie Lauren like?
What do you wanna know about her for?
I just do, can't you tell me anything?
Hey, we've got lots to do. Ask me later.
Can you tell me more about Auntie Lauren?
Eh, I guess. She was a tough lady, stubborn. Smoked like a chimney. You're (
lololo in-game typo) aunt was... she was tough. Always ready to pick a fight, wouldn't take guff from nobody. We got on famously.
So you liked her?
Liked her? Hell... Sure, I liked her. She was the first person in ten years who was willing to talk to me. She didn't scream or run away. And she certainly didn't SWOON like some people.
Shut up.
She just looked at me and said 'Oh'. That was it. That was all I needed to hear.
So what happened after that?
What's this, an interrogation? Cut it with the questions, kid, you're bothering me. We'll talk about this later.
Indeed, we will.
What was my grandmother like?
Her? We have to talk about HER?
What's wrong with her?
Nothing. Forget it. Ask me later.
What was my grandmother like?
Ole Pattycake was a real bundle of laughs.
Pattycake?
Yeah, your grandmother. Her name was Patricia, right? So you get Pat. Patty. Pattycake.
You really called her Pattycake?
Yeah, that really hacked her off. Come to think of it, just about everything I did hacked her off.
Like what? Why did she hate you so much?
Because I ruined her perfect little life. She had the nice house, the supportive hubby, the two kids... and then I came along.
Yeah, you have a way of ruining peaceful lives.
Hm. I'm done talking about her. Ask me again later.
Joey, you're in this photograph.
So I am. That was Jack and Maria's wedding.
My parents?
Yeah
Why were you at the wedding?
Because your aunt insisted on going, and I go where she goes. I could have talked her out of it, but she put her foot down. Tough lady, your aunt, when she needed to be.
You don't look very happy in this picture.
That's because I wasn't. There was a spirit trapped in an alley, down in Chinatown. A little girl, five years old. Lost and confused and needing our help. But did your aunt solve the case? No. Going to the wedding was IMPORTANT, she said. More important. Can you imagine?
Can you tell me about this picture, Joey?
Ooh, yeah, I remember this. That was taken about forty years ago. Your grandmother there insisted on it.
So that's my grandmother?
Yep.
And that's... my dad? And auntie Lauren?
In the flesh.
What were you doing in this picture?
Being ignored, as usual. Real strong believer in denial, that woman.
How did you die?
Excuse me? How did I DIE? That's a bit of a personal question, isn't it?
Is it?
YES.
Oh, sorry. I think I've heard enough
Yeah, let's get going.