He's gone.

I was on my way down to Medical, to see if I could get any final instructions before I was escorted to my appointment with the vet to look at Frank. He was on my shoulder, like he usually does when we go out, when I felt somebody grabbing at my body, grabbing at my very life, sucking it away.

I've felt that before. While I was in the bath, months ago. When Rack used my empathic link to Amanda to try to siphon away my life from me.

I'm fine. A little dizzy, but I'm fine. But when I picked myself up off the ground, I saw that Frank ...

Frank didn't make it.

Whatever lifedrain there was was only strong enough to knock me down, but it was strong enough to snuff him out like a candle. The fall didn't get him - there's no obvious damage that I can see.

I felt him die. He didn't have much as far as emotions or a brain went, but I felt it wink out, snuffed like a candle.

I suppose I won't be needing that escort to the vet any more.

I think we all know who did this. There is only one person in the entire Mansion who possibly could.

Like father, like daughter, I suppose.

I'll bury him in the Rose Garden. I think I know the perfect spot.