"Ugh." She put down the broom. "You should have left her alone in the first place!" She stormed off to find other work to do.

Mr. Meijer sat in his office, reading his latest penny dreadful rather than his mail.

Did he hear fighting?

He tiptoed to his door and eased it open so he could better hear the sweet, sweet sound of a Ward made miserable.

Unfortunately Rose was busy storming off and shoved the door open. It hit something.

Benny shrugged, prepared to ignore her as things should calm since he had no need to see her family. As d he left he swore he heard something and ran to check. Their employer had hit his head when she opened the door forcefully and was leaned back to the wall out like a light.

"He's dead! You murdered him.." He said to her in shock even though he was quite certain he was just momentarily knocked out. He tried to move him towards his chair. "Oh whatever will you tell the constable?"

He went down with an unflattering sound, and though he'd just started to push his hand against the floor, he sunk and played dead at the sound of Benny's proclamation.

Rose grasped. "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!" she panicked. Rose helped Benny carry Mr. Meijer to the chair. Wrong chair. It collapsed as soon as they put the gentleman on it.

He quickly picked the man back up. "Why is all the furniture in this place shite!?" He helped guide Zechariah to another seat after kicking aside the broken pile. 

He laid him on the sofa and looked at Rose. "I hope you two weren't known for disagreements or else they really will believe it was a murder. "

Oh crap. Rose groaned as the chair collapsed. She helped Benny carry Mr Meijer to the sofa and put her fingers in his neck. "There's a pulse." She wasn't entirely sure whether that was a comfort. He would wake up at some point and she'd be in trouble. "I'll go fetch the doctor." She stood up.

Benny delicately held his head to feel over his scalp for any lumps or places that felt strangely soft. "Let's hope he's ok cause I can't afford a doctor.'

"But 'e can," Rose said. Indeed, mr. Meijer was a wealthy man who never had to worry about doctors bills or other such expenditures. And yet Rose had no doubt he would keep it in from her wages. Stingy git. She rushed off.