"I could tell I was seeing some sort of face. I noted in that moment that I could make out no facial expressions that seemed to indicate pain, anger, happiness - anything. But yet I felt something in that moment again - a fleeting emotion that left too soon for me to completely understand. Then things changed. The image, this face, went away, but I did not return to the room as I had before. It started in a hallway."

Mini Moose 2707 was already in progress recounting the events of his dreams. JaFF picks up a pencil and presses the eraser end to his mouth in deep thought. He postulates, "Perhaps this has something to do with - ah, crap, I don't know." JaFF scribbles on the paper before him. He writes so fast that he seems to be scribbling a picture in frustration rather than taking detailed notes.

"Well that's encouraging," Moose huffs.

"Just continue," sniffs JaFF.

"All right, so there's this guy dragging this body down the hallway. It's leaving this gruesome trail of blood all over the floor. I can tell by the bloodstains all over a set of stairs in the background that our victim has gone on quite the ride. Our killer walks up to a door. Actually, I think I recall the room # - 681. Yes, 681. He digs a key into the lock and shoves the door open. He drags the body over the wooden floor and lifts him up when the get beside the bed and tosses him onto the mattress. And this victim, DrunkenNoodle, is just moaning and groaning all these terrible noises. I suddenly realize he's not dead yet. Our killer walks calmly over to his chair, shuffles through a bureau by the bedstand and pulls out a pad of paper and a pen. The way that he briefly and wildy scratches the pen with his name seems to tell me that he was just signing his name."

"Is that all?" JaFF raises his brow.

"That's it," Moose says matter-of-factly.

"And all you know is that DrunkenNoodle must have died?" JaFF sighs.

"You got me, Mr. Psychciatrist."

"Anything else?" asks JaFF.

"There was a townie that they call Doodan. He had been tipped off to the location of a potential mafia house in an abandoned apartment. Supposedly, the mafia were keeping their stolen goods here and Doodan decided he should attempt to make a massive profit for himself and a friend by looting the mafia's storage. He informed WoAHorde about the situation and they decided to go 50/50 on it and went off to explore.

I don't remember where this place was, but it had a metal door securing it. The metal door was rusted with age and marked with a sort of symbol that I can't remember. Surprisingly, they found it was unlocked. There was dead silence except for the squeaky hinges of the door when they opened it. Doodan flipped on his flashlight and went inside. WoAHorde did the same and followed. The first room was empty, but they went in and made a left into another pitch black room.

A man wearing a hooded sweatshirt was sitting in a chair cleaning a steel sword. Reacting quickly, WoAHorde pointed his gun at him. 'Drop the sword, mafia!' commanded WoAHorde.

'But of course,' replied the man as he tossed the blade aside. Doodan took a rope out of his backpack and tied the mafia to his chair.

'May I ask what brings you gentlemen here tonight?' inquired the restrained man in the chair. WoAHorde ignored him and searched the room Doodan stood guard by the tied-up man. Various jewels, gold, and other valuables were strewn about in the corners of the room. He bent down to examine a suitcase on the ground. He placed down his gun and tries to open it but it appeared to be locked.

'May I ask you how to open this bastard?'

'I don't know, can I trust you?' replies the tied up man.

'Yeah sure. Just as much as I can trust you.'

'Well, that would be wonderful. I'm a very trustworthy fellow you know. But somehow I don't believe you, sir. Your tone, it seems, I don't know, a bit, incompatible," the tied-up man says snidely.

Impatient, WoAHorde picked up his gun and shot at the lock on the suitcase.

'What the hell is wrong with -?' yelled Doodan.

'Shut up it's open now,' interrupted WoAHorde. He turned to the man in the chair and answers his original question while holding several gold coins in his hand, 'This sort of thing is what I'm after.'

Suddenly, another mafia who had been sneaking into the room grabbed WoAHorde from behind his back, holding a knife to his throat. Doodan pointed his gun at the mafia. 'If you shoot me, your friend dies!' states the mafia man holding WoAHorde calmly. Doodan thinks, a drop of sweat travelling down his forehead as the gun in his hand shakes nervously.

'Do it! You'll be able to kill them! Two mafia for one of us!' yells WoAHorde.

Doodan hesitated in debate on this act of martyrdom for too long. The mafia in the chair used his free legs to trip Doodan and brought him to the ground. He fired a shot with his flailing arms on his way down that connected only with the cieling. The mafia holding WoAHorde hostage slit his throat and began to move towards Doodan. Using WoAHorde's body as a human shield, the mafia edged towards Doodan until he was close enough to make his next move. The mafia threw the body of WoAHorde down onto to Doodan as he was still getting, knocking him back to the floor.

Hoping for a last lucky shot, Doodan wasted the last bullets of his clip with WoAHorde blocking his vision. Frantically, he rushed to reload his gun, but the mafia was already driving his knife into Doodan's face. He kicked the almost-loaded gun out of Doodan's hand and finished him off with a stab to the heart. With Doodan disposed of, the mafia untied his brethren. Then that scene of the dream faded away."

"Geez, that's quite a mouthful. You were talking really fast there," says JaFF as the imagined steam in JaFF's vision comes off his paper. He stretches out his fingers and looks at his watch.

"Of course, someone had to be held responsible for these murders?" inquires JaFF.

"That's right. That person was..."

** DAY FOUR START **
Please vote for the fourth candidate to be killed.

Wow are you serious? I looked twice and I haven't seen Viet interpret a clue on Flyinghat. He just voted on him because Flyinghat voted him.
How about instead of jumping bandwagons, try to actually put effort in your own clue interpretation.