Mid-evening- March 14, 44 BC
Lucius returned to the alcove where he had left Elizabeth, and she was still there waiting for him. "Thank God you're back, Lucius," she said. "I was starting to get worried." As he approached, she caught a whiff of rotting garbage and wrinkled her nose. "I hesitate to ask what you've been up to." Then she noticed that he was somewhat worse for the wear. "Oh, you're hurt!" She tried to help him, but it was too dark for her to see what she was doing.