#then later he was at Tesco's and he went to this message center where they dresses him in this red dress

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The Mathematical Improbability of Reaching the Stars Ch 2

By cassieoh and D20Owlbear

Ch Summary And finally, the twain shall meet. We learn more of Crowley and Aziraphale and something more of Eve and Doctor Haistwell.

The walk across campus was a pleasant one when he wasn’t rushing to avoid being late or hauling far too many books or dodging undergraduates. He paused to adjust his satchel, hiking the aging leather strap higher on his shoulder; it liked to slip down as he walked, especially when he was distracted by something (as he often was). He patted the side of the bag, checking that everything he expected to feel was there and then started up the short flight of stairs that lead towards the courtyard in front of the Athenaeum, pulling out his phone as he went.

He clicked the little button on the side to check the time, suddenly nervous that he’d forgotten something and was actually terribly late to an appointment. It was an old fear, one he struggled with often, but not one he needed to worry about just now as he had nearly a full half-hour before his next lecture. 

Just as he moved to slip the phone in his pocket there was a little flash of bright green. He paused, turning the phone so he could see the screen. The little, flashing LED light lit up again, indicating he had a notification. Paranoid about disturbing a class or drawing attention to himself, he usually kept his phone on silent at all times (and triple checked it hadn’t somehow changed status spontaneously), so the light was all he used to mark that he ought to pay attention. The thing was Aziraphale rarely got notifications; his most-used programs were offline games like sudoku or word puzzles and reading apps (though he still greatly preferred the feel of something old and real in his hands). Really, the only ones that deviated from that were the food delivery apps (for when he was too busy to go out to eat, of course). He also rarely got messages at all, so it took him a few moments to place why the light might be green instead of blue as usual.

“Oh,” Aziraphale murmured to himself, surprised at the very notion of being messaged on his phone, “Oh!” He exclaimed half a second later and pulled the phone up close to his face, scrambling to turn on the screen again without dropping it as the phone had nearly jumped from his hands when he remembered he’d sent a reply to the silly astronomy pun from 2am! His tutor!

[Anthony Thursday 2:13 am] Your eyes are like black holes, I can’t seem to escape them. But that’s alright, because I like astronomy.

[Azira Thursday 7:56 am] Oh very good! I’m looking for help with astronomy!

[Anthony Thursday 9:28 am] I’m always happy to lend a *helping hand*, if you know what I mean. ;)

Aziraphale grinned at the last message, now certain that he hadn’t been overconfident when he told Doctor Haistwell that he’d found a tutor. This Anthony fellow certainly seemed like he was chuffed about it. Sure, he’d used asterisks incorrectly and Aziraphale wasn’t sure what he’d been trying to accomplish with them in the first place, but that was alright, Aziraphale wasn’t in need of grammar or sentence structure help. In fact, he’d always rather excelled at that portion of his studies. 

[Azira Thursday 10:01 am] Then should we set up a meeting? Maybe coffee? Just to see if we mesh well.

He pocketed his phone with that and hummed a slow tune with Latin lyrics he’d always liked from the days he participated in choirs as an extracurricular, making his way across the small lawn. By the time he reached the doors he was certain he would be receiving another message soon,  would meet his tutor tonight,  understand astronomy by tomorrow, and there would be nothing at all for Doctor Avgerinós to complain about. 

All he had to do was be normal for the time it took to drink one coffee and all his problems would be solved. 

He grinned. 

*

The little shed at the back of the garden center wasn’t especially comfortable, though Crowley had plans to change all that. He had big dreams of using his first paycheck (a real, honest to fuck, paycheck that was all his, that he could use to buy food and fill the aching cavern of his belly without standing in the long lines at the local soup kitchen) to buy a blanket that was soft and warm and a little area rug because his toes got so cold in the mornings. He wanted to find lights that he could hang around to make it bright and cozy and maybe a walkman to play the tapes he’d shoved in the bottom of his ratty backpack before– well, before. 

But, those were all plans for another day. Right now, he could just see the early dawn light peeking over the buildings through the thick windows on the eastern wall of the shed. He needed to be dressed and in the main building by sunrise. The idea had been easier to contemplate yesterday, when the old lady first proposed it. But then again, yesterday he’d been hungry and more than a little afraid and before Crowley knew it he’d been bundled up and presented with a large sandwich and a glass of milk and, most alarmingly, a job and a home. 

The shafts of light shifted, arcing further across the corrugated metal wall, dipping and curving in ways he thought he might grow to love. He needed to get up. He stuck a hand out of the meagre warmth the sheet provided and shivered as chilled air rushed in.

It was just... The little futon was so much more comfortable than the hard-packed earth. 

He allowed himself another thirty-count of comfort before throwing off the thin sheet and surging to his feet, throwing himself into the discomfort as quickly as he could. 

An extended groan tore its way from his throat as he stretched his arms above his head and arched his back, listening as his spine cracked and popped. Then he twisted around, angling his hips to try and shake the ache from them. 

After another few minutes spent greeting the day (which included brushing his teeth and oh how he’d forgotten what a pleasure that was), he emerged from the shed and made his way quickly across the garden center towards the small building at the front. Being that it was located in the middle of London proper, Eve’s Eden was compact, with only two true greenhouses and a small outdoor stand of fruit trees. At the center of the outdoor space was a large pear tree, currently laden down with fruit. He realized just after passing it that he didn’t have to refrain any longer and doubled back to pick three pears, immediately biting into the first and holding it between his teeth as he shoved the other two in the overwrought pockets of the trousers he’d been obliged to borrow from the shelter last week after his last pair had finally fallen to little more than threads. 

That was another thing he was going to buy, he thought, trousers. Trousers that fit him and didn’t feel like he was wearing a tent. He never felt quite like himself when his legs weren’t free to move and bulky, cargo monstrosities made his skin itch and his hands dance and his chest feel tighter than he thought clothing probably should do and so he was going to buy a good pair and if that meant the blanket and the area rug had to wait then that was alright. 

Crowley frowned to himself as he mentally calculated what would cost what and adding it up in his head, no matter how he spun it, food would be the most important - he could buy a water bottle to keep filling up and a couple of gallons of water on the side for cooking would be cheap as well. Hell, he could probably use water from the hose if it came to that. A blanket would be good and likely doable if he went second-hand shopping instead of buying new, and if he couldn’t get a proper rug that way then he would at least be able to splurge on some of those mass-produced packs of socks from Tesco when he went for cheap groceries. A thought interrupted his happy musings of warm toes, stopping him in his tracks. 

Eve– Eve might not mind if customers couldn’t necessarily tell–if he got a sufficiently baggy sweater from somewhere and grew out his hair a little more–he could wear a skirt. They wouldn’t be as cumbersome as the damned cargos he wore currently or grate on his skin. Long skirts would probably be just as comfortable as the tight jeans he preferred. Cooler too, he thought, the greenhouses were comfortable now, but he knew they would be unbearable in the summer. A breeze on his legs would be a welcome change. 

He realized that he’d been dithering outside the main building for quite some time and took a deep breath to calm himself. 

Eve wasn’t going to throw him out, he thought. She’d seemed tough, but not cruel, not someone who would give him hope that he might have any sort of future at all only to snatch it away. 

She wasn’t like that, wasn’t like-

She was different. He just knew it. 

So, he straightened the hem of his threadbare t-shirt, quickly giving up on seeming any more presentable than he had yesterday in it, and strode in as if he were the picture of confidence. Eve raised an eyebrow at him from behind her cuppa, slow and still a little sleepy from the morning haze that settles down habitually over cool London mornings. 

“Mornin’.” Crowley sketched a sheepish wave, unsure exactly where he was supposed to fit here (other than beneath the Ailanthus tree where Eve had found him sleeping last night). Nothing else seemed like it would know what to do with a Crowley-shaped person next to it, none of the other rows of plants and flowers looked like they could handle his bumbling hands sitting next to their pristine plots. He didn’t know what to–

Crowley was shocked out of his inward spiral by Eve’s hand on his bicep, squeezing just tightly enough to be reassuring instead of scolding. She smiled at him like someone might smile at a dog on the side of the road, bleeding from where it was hit and left for dead. Crowley grimaced in his head, the metaphor was more apt than he’d wanted to admit.

“You know what weeds look like?” Eve asked him, all her pretenses of grumpiness up front at full force, though to Crowley it felt like a welcome, somehow.

“Y-yeah, of course I know what weeds look like!” Crowley stuttered, what little pride she’d let him scrounge up the night before when he’d gathered up his bag and stood to leave when she’d found him curled up behind the roots of the tree furthest from the door was coated his tongue like lead. Heavy and tripping. It dripped down the back of his throat and the molten, toxic metal burnt on its way down, churning his stomach until he was nauseous and coated his heart so that it felt like bands wrapped around it and every beat and every breath pressed uncomfortably tight.

*

Ping! 

Crowley’s phone chimed and he sucked in a surprised breath, tearing himself from his uncomfortable recollections on how he came to be here, nearly a decade ago. It would be nine-and-a-half years soon. And almost ten years exactly from when he’d been kicked out in the first place as a teen. 

Crowley blinked at his messages unseeing, lost in his thoughts of Eve and her garden center. And then he blinked some more after he set the phone down, dazed with a stupid grin threatening to overtake his face. How bold! And not in a disgusting way like some people were on dating apps. “To see if we mesh well, ” Crowley’s grin ticked up a bit further at the thought. Posh and poncy, but not in a holier-and-richer-than-thou way, and he could already tell he’d like this Azira guy. Quickly he typed out another reply.

[Anthony Thursday 12:05 pm] I’m certainly interested in meshing with you.

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full of surprises, even after nine years

title: full of surprises, even after nine years summary: Phil is bored and decides to do a joint live show with Dan. Things escalate from Domestic Bants to Big News pretty quickly. words: 1500 genre: fluff fluff fluff rating: g

Dan and Phil were lazily spread out on opposite ends of the couch with their legs intertwined between them. Phil was bored and switching aimlessly between apps on his phone while Dan edited a new main channel video.

Phil noticed in his twitter mentions that several people were complaining that they hadn’t seen much of Dan or Phil in the past few days—they weren’t wrong, they’d mostly been hibernating and working all week and had neglected interacting with their viewers.

Hmm, a live show could be fun, we’ve barely talked about anything we’ve done recently anyway.

Phil nudged Dan in his side with his foot. Disgruntled at the interruption, Dan pulled an earbud out of his ear so he could hear Phil but didn’t look up from his screen.

“I was thinking of doing a live stream tonight.”

“Okay, just don’t go too late. You promised we’d watch that movie tonight.” He started to put his earbud back in but Phil nudged him more insistently.

“I was thinking we could do a joint one?”

This time, Dan did look up, hesitating for a moment before responding. “Sure, but you’re buying pizza then.”

Phil rolled his eyes. “You know it doesn’t matter who buys it right? The money comes from the same account regardless.”

“It’s the principle of the matter, Lester. I work for you, you buy me dinner”

“Right,” Phil giggled. “Because a live stream is such ‘work’ and doesn’t benefit you at all either.”

“Shut up, this was your idea, not mine.”

Stubborn idiot. “Fine, I’ll be in charge of the pizza. Six alright with you?”

Dan looked back at his computer, presumably checking his progress on editing the video. “Make it 7. I want to get this edited first.”

“Sounds good. I’m going to make a coffee, want anything?

“Ribena, please?”

“I should have guessed.”

Dan put his earbud back in, turning his attention to his computer and muttering a quiet “thanks, babe.”

While Phil waited for the kettle to boil, he pulled his phone out to announce their new evening plans. After typing and retyping a few drafts, he settled on a tweet.

“@AmazingPhil: Joint live show at 7! Join us for free animal emojis”

Unsurprisingly, Dan responded to his tweet almost instantly. Obviously he’s hard at work.

“@danielhowell: @AmazingPhil gee thanks for remembering to tag me in this.”

Chuckling, Phil tweeted back.

“@AmazingPhil: @danielhowell right because there so many other people I do spontaneous live shows with.”

Clearly Dan wasn’t willing to let Phil have the last word because his phone chimed again before he could even put it down.

“@danielhowell: @AmazingPhil hmm idk you’ve been awful social lately”

Phil abandoned the kettle and stomped back into the living room, flopping down on the couch, nearly sitting on top of Dan.

“Daaaaaan, I told you we were only being friendly.”

“Mhmm, sure. And that’s why he wrote his number on your coffee cup, right?

Phil threw a cushion at Dan’s head. “I didn’t ask for it and you know it.”

Much to Phil’s annoyance, Dan caught the pillow and threw it back at Phil, successfully hitting him in the face. Rude.

“Really, now? I was convinced my boyfriend of almost a decade was hitting on Eric the barista,” he deadpanned.

“Get it right, it’s fiancé now.”

Dan shoved Phil away from him, but Phil could see the blush rising on his cheeks and smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Get out of here and let me work nerd.”

Before getting up, Phil leaned in and kissed Dan’s dimple, which only deepened his blush. Even after close to nine years, Dan was still so easily flustered by the little things Phil did.

Several hours later, Dan and Phil were sitting close together with the loose excuse of needing to both fit into the tiny computer frame.

“How do I look?” Dan asked, ruffling his hair while they waited for the computer to boot up. “I didn’t have time to really get ready.”

Phil ran his fingers through Dan’s hair, arranging it in a slightly-less-messy pile on his head. “Gorgeous as always. You left your ring on though,” Phil said, nodding down to Dan’s left hand.

Dan started to tug the platinum band off his finger but stopped before it was even passed the first knuckle.

“What?” Phil asked, confused as to why Dan froze.

Dan hesitantly looked up at Phil. “I don’t wanna take it off.”

Phil held Dan’s gaze and cocked his head to the side as he tried to figure out what he was thinking. “And if it shows?”

“Then it shows.”

Phil’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, that wasn’t what he expected to hear. “Okay.”

As younow loaded, Phil looked at Dan, poking at Dan’s hand. “You sure about that?”

Dan stared back, looking serious. “Positive.”

Phil smiled, pleased with how much more comfortable Dan had become with being open in the past few months. When it came to their public relationship, Phil had turned the reigns over to Dan ages ago; he trusted Dan to do the right thing when he—no, they were ready.

Phil turned his attention back to the camera just in time. “Hi guys! Welcome to the show, thanks for being here.” Dan gave his two-finger wave with his right hand and joined Phil in saying hello to a few people.

“Can you believe this guy?” Dan rolled his eyes but his voice was light and teasing. “He announces he’s doing a live show with me but forgets to tag me in the actual tweet. Rude.”

“Hey! Sorry I was busy making your ribena.”

Dan glared at him, unimpressed. “Which you never actually brought me.”

From there, the conversation shifted from topic to topic, like usual. Dan chatted briefly about his upcoming main channel video and teased that a gaming video would probably be up tomorrow.

Phil scanned the chat for a new topic of conversation. “Dilismyson asks who I’ve been social with besides Dan. Well—” Dan cut him off before he could say anything more.

“Oh no you don’t, I’m telling this story.” Dan turned his attention back to the live show audience. “Okay, so we went to Starbucks yesterday—I know, I know supporting big capitalist corporations—and Phil is freaking bonding with the barista over this animal pin that the guy’s wearing and completely ignoring me. And then, when the barista gave us our drinks, he had written his number on Phil’s cup! Doesn’t he know Phil’s not supposed to have friends besides me??” Dan conveniently left out the part where he possessively wound his arm around Phil’s waist as they left.

Phil hid his face in his hands, his voice going high and whiny. “Shut up, I didn’t mean for it to happen, I didn’t realize I was being flirty.”

Dan gave the camera a disbelieving look. “Sure, Phil. Because everybody knows that it’s totally platonic and not at all flirty to compliment a random cute boy’s accessories and get all giggly when they respond that they think your glasses look nice on you.”

“Right, because I’m the only one here that has accidentally flirted with people. Do I need to tell the story about the checkout girl at Tesco the other day?” Much to Phil’s satisfaction, Dan’s face turned bright red.

“RIGHT,” Dan said hurriedly. “Let’s move on before we have a proper domestic spat in front of our audience.” Dan shifted the topic to another viewer suggestion, probably the first one he saw.

The live show was going well, but Phil noticed that Dan kept his hands folded in his lap and seemed a bit more tense than usual, not that anyone else probably noticed. I wonder if he’s having second thoughts. Just as Phil was considering texting him to just take the ring off since he was clearly uncomfortable, Dan proved that he’s still full of surprises.

Dan was skimming through the chat, looking for messages to read out, and finally read one out.

“Hmm. Phangirl28 asks if I’ll paint my nails again to go with the new earrings from Topman. I don’t know, maybe. My nails are really short right now so I’m not sure if it’d look very nice.” To demonstrate his point, Dan held the back of his hand up to the camera.

His left hand.

Phil’s eyes widened in shock. He just did that. He didn’t need to look at the chat to know it was going wild.

“Chill guys, the chat is going so fast I can barely read it,” Dan chuckled. “Seems like a lot of you are complimenting my ring though. It’s pretty right? Look at all the little diamonds in the band.” Dan moved his hand back in front of the camera, this time letting his ring be in the center of the shot and slowly rotating his hand to let the diamonds catch the light. “What can I say, my fiancé is pretty amazing.”

Phil had to bit his lip to keep from audibly gasping at that.

Fine, two can play at this game.

Without missing a beat, Phil responded, “I don’t know, I think mine’s better.”

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Who is Rosie Johnson? Wiki, Biography, Age, Family, Cause of Death, Investigation

Rosie Johnson Wiki - Rosie Johnson Biography

Rosie Johnson, whose disappearance prompted a major search in June 2019, was found hanging from a tree by colleagues 5 days after she left the camp where she worked equipped with a piece of rope. An investigation in Newport today (Thursday) heard how the zoology graduate disappeared overnight between Sunday 23 and Monday 24 June 2019, with concerned friends and colleagues reporting her disappearance to Hampshire police when she went missing. to work as expected.

Rosie Johnson Age

Rosie Johnson was 22 years old.

Cause of  Death - Suicide

As the Island Echo previously reported, a large-scale search was conducted in and around Wootton in an attempt to locate the missing field studies instructor from PGL Little Canada on New Road. Police, Lowland SAR, Coast Guard and dozens of PGL colleagues and members of the public rallied in hopes of finding Rosie, but sadly her body was found 5 days later, Friday June 28. Today's investigation revealed that Rosie's body was discovered by 2 colleagues and a group of 14 children among trees near Public Bridleway N17 near Havenstreet. The authorities were alerted and went to the scene to discover Rosie hanging from a tree. She was surrounded by her belongings, including a mobile phone, a purse, and a backpack containing a piece of rope and a bottle of spiced rum. The discovery was made when a boy saw some clothing while PGL leaders were taking a group on a hike through the local area. An autopsy showed no signs of third party involvement, but revealed a tight ligature mark around Rosie's head. No drugs or alcohol were found in her system, although her presence could not be completely ruled out. Rosie was formally identified from her dental records. Born on August 6, 1996, Rosie is said to have had a normal childhood growing up surrounded by her siblings. She loved baking cakes, listening to Harry Potter and she was a great horseman. She began her career as a catering assistant before earning a bachelor's degree in zoology as her interest in conservation grew. She spent some time in South Africa and participated in the National Trust Ranger Program. Her medical records showed no prior mental health problems or relevant health problems, no history of alcohol or drug abuse. Absolutely no concern was raised for Rosie's well-being with nothing suggesting that she intended to harm herself. Read  Next: Who is Linda March? Wiki, Biography, Age, Family, Victim, Missing, Collapse

One night at Ryde

Ariane Massey, 27, a colleague and friend of Rosie Johnson , presented live evidence in court today and described how Rosie had moved in with her after a fight with another colleague shortly after arriving in Little Canada in February 2019. Ariane shared details about Rosie and her character, as well as her relationship with her boyfriend Brendan Storer, whom she met while working at the activity center. The relationship was described as casual, which later became more serious, but Rosie had become "paranoid" about her relationship. This was compounded after a night out at Ryde during which a random man commented while in a pub that Rosie was "hitting over her weight", something that is said to have been taken very seriously. This was something that others in the camp also mentioned, with an apparent zeal from other companions. It was during this night at Ryde that Rosie's drink was believed to have been fortified. Although she reported her missing to the police after failing to return to PGL, she was later found at 07:00 the next morning in a hedge near Ryde St John's train station. Rosie told police that she had suffered no harm that night, but her friends said in the investigation that they strongly suspected she had been attacked because she was nonsense and out of place. It was unusual for her Rosie to drink so much that she lost control and it was unusual for her to leave all night. It is now known that Brendan Storer was interviewed by the police for more than 5 hours while detectives investigated Rosie's disappearance, but the evidence provided in today's investigation painted the picture of a doting boyfriend who went out of his way to find Rosie. once he realized she was missing. He was not involved in Rosie's death.

Mediation meeting

On the day of her disappearance, Sunday June 23, Rosie was said to be happy and normal. She had enjoyed a meal and drinks at Cibo in Wootton and happened to buy more Prosecco from Tesco Express. Later that day, Rosie is said to be "pretty drunk" and by 9:00 PM she had fallen asleep fully clothed in her bed. Araine described having a conversation with Rosie about another colleague with whom Rosie was to have a mediation meeting the next day, Monday. It is said that Rosie was worried about the meeting and she did not want to go, nor that it would affect her work or make her look bad. This was something that was also mentioned to her colleague Naomi Jackson during her lunch at Cibo earlier in the day. The meeting had been called to resolve differences between Rosie and her colleague, Sinead Jackson. It was something Rosie had talked about with various people, including her friends, her boyfriend, and her mother. The reasoning for the meeting is in conflict with the parties involved and led to a postponement of the proceedings during the investigation.

Mediation meeting

As the night progressed, Rosie became upset and began to cry with Ariane offering her a hug, which made the situation better. Rosie had texted her boyfriend to say "I'm done, I'm done", but she didn't specify what she was referring to. At 10pm, the Aberdeenshire-born graduate decided that she was going for a walk, alone and in the dark. Ariane was worried and she offered to go with Rosie, but the offer was rejected because she needed to clear her mind. By this time, Rosie had sobered up, but she was "mad." The last confirmed sighting of Rosie was near a side entrance to PGL on New Road. The witness, Mrs. Ann Hopkins, described Rosie as "traumatized" and walked past her. It is known that the last communication with Rosie was at 23:56 when she responded to a Facebook message from Araine saying that she would be back "in a moment", accompanied by a smiley face. She later opened and read another message from Ariane at 1:01 on Sunday morning, but she did not respond. Rosie is believed to have taken her own life shortly thereafter. On the day of her disappearance, Sunday June 23, Rosie was said to be happy and normal. She had enjoyed a meal and drinks at Cibo in Wootton and happened to buy more Prosecco from Tesco Express. Later that day, Rosie is said to be "pretty drunk" and by 9:00 PM she had fallen asleep fully clothed in her bed. Araine described having a conversation with Rosie about another colleague with whom Rosie should have a mediation meeting the next day, Monday. It is said that Rosie was worried about the meeting and she did not want to go, nor that it would affect her work or make her look bad. This was something that was also mentioned to her colleague Naomi Jackson during her lunch at Cibo earlier in the day. The meeting had been called to resolve differences between Rosie and her colleague, Sinead Jackson. It was something Rosie had talked about with various people, including her friends, her boyfriend, and her mother. The reasoning for the meeting is in conflict with the parties involved and led to a postponement of the proceedings during the investigation.

Mediation meeting

Rosie Johnson As the night progressed, Rosie became upset and began to cry with Ariane offering her a hug, which made the situation better. Rosie had texted her boyfriend to say "I'm done, I'm done", but she didn't specify what she was referring to. Rosie was happy living and working on the island. She was a loving and caring friend who was fun, happy and the life and life of the party. It was fun to be around, but she never did drugs and she was always professional. Caroline Rose, PGL's human resources manager at the time of the incident, described Rosie as trustworthy, well-presented, and noted that her staff had only good things to say about her. There was no evidence to support the allegations of bullying from another staff member, which featured heavily in today's investigation. It was Sunday the 23rd when Rosie sent her mother a photo saying that her day in Cibo and then by the creek in Wootton had been "very good." Her mother did not express any cause for concern in the run-up to her daughter's death and Google search history has since shown that Rosie had initiated an application to join the University of Edinburgh to complete a master's degree, showing a vision. Of future. Julie Johnson, Rosie's mother, told the court that she was "taken aback" by Rosie's actions and that she misses her very much. She also expressed her sincere thanks to the Police, search and rescue teams, and the public for the time and dedication they have given in the search for Rosie. At 10pm, the Aberdeenshire-born graduate decided that she was going for a walk, alone and in the dark. Ariane was worried and offered to go with Rosie, but the offer was declined because she needs to clear her mind. By this time, Rosie had sobered up, but she was "mad." The last confirmed sighting of Rosie was near a side entrance to PGL on New Road. The witness, Mrs. Ann Hopkins, described Rosie as "traumatized" and walked past her. It is known that the last communication with Rosie was at 23:56 when she responded to a Facebook message from Araine saying that she would be back "in a moment", accompanied by a smiley face. She later opened and read another message from Ariane at 1:01 on Sunday morning, but she didn't respond. Rosie is believed to have taken her own life shortly thereafter. On the day of her disappearance, Sunday June 23, Rosie was said to be happy and normal. She had enjoyed a meal and drinks at Cibo in Wootton and happened to buy more Prosecco from Tesco Express. Later that day, Rosie is said to be "pretty drunk" and by 9:00 PM she had fallen asleep fully clothed in her bed. Araine described having a conversation with Rosie about another colleague with whom Rosie should have a mediation meeting the next day, Monday. It is said that Rosie was worried about the meeting and she did not want to go, nor that it would affect her work or make her look bad. This was something that was also mentioned to her colleague Naomi Jackson during her lunch at Cibo earlier in the day. The meeting had been called to resolve differences between Rosie and her colleague, Sinead Jackson. It was something Rosie had talked about with various people, including her friends, her boyfriend, and her mother. The reasoning for the meeting is in conflict with the parties involved and led to a postponement of the proceedings during the investigation. FALLOW US ON FACEBOOK Read the full article

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