Riddles (before battle)

What just happened? Everything went dark for a sec...

I think the lightning caused a brief power outage... the power's back now, though.

What we just saw were...

... Catherine's memories, right?

... I think so.

As it has been in the past, such occurrences can be attributed to the influence of the Golden Bough.

Hold on. This is...

... This is the corridor we walked through earlier, isn't it? This isn't where we were before the power outage.

<I don't see Hindley or Linton anywhere, either.>

Oh my word... what just happened...?

But... we didn't, like, take a step or anything, did we?

Mm. I do not believe that any of our fellows have moved.

If we were all standing still, then I suppose this means that it's the house that moved!

What the... Know anything about this, Nelly?

I-I haven't the slightest idea.

I have been away from this manor for many years myself. I seldom had any reason to return ever since Miss Catherine married Master Linton and left this place to live with him.

Catherine, the deceased... didn't someone mention that she purchased this manor, Wuthering Heights?

Yes, indeed. But she did not immediately move here after the purchase.

Oh! Now that you mention it... I see that some changes have been made to this manor since I was gone.

Nelly was probably referring to the numerous exposed cables, holes, and cracks that seemed to have been painted over.

Had I been the Chief Butler of this manor... I would not have let such slovenliness slide.

But...

Maybe she was trying to make modifications to the manor?

Is it normal for rich folks to just buy a whole manor and modify it to their liking?

Mm... I'd say it's kinda like changing your hairstyle once in a while!

Maintaining the exact same style of hair for too long gets pretty boring, you know~

Uh-huh. So that's how, uh, casual a full-on house remodeling is like for rich folks. I see.

Heathcliff...

…….

I hardly know what to tell you. I do not know what words could possibly comfort you now.

But what you said about Miss Catherine's death... and how you didn't believe that she was truly dead...

... What.

... I gave that idea some thought.

And I agree. To an extent.

... What?

Heathcliff's pupils suddenly dilated.

Even I... haven't seen Miss Catherine's body.

I was so beside myself when Master Linton told me of Miss Catherine's passing... that I did not even care to verify it with my own eyes.

So what you're trying to say here is...

Uh... is it really what I think it is? You're saying that Cathy might... still be alive?

Nothing but a suspicion at this point. ... Besides, you know how Miss Catherine can be.

Stubborn as a mule, sometimes doing things so unexpected that they're almost frightening...

Honestly, I even wondered if this whole funeral business was but an awful, elaborate jest from the Miss.

…….

What's certain is, however, that the will was undeniably in her own handwriting.

And Master Linton, he... never once stopped making modifications to the manor...

... even after Miss Catherine passed.

That bastard Linton made these modifications to the manor?

Yes. I haven't gotten a good look at this place, nor did I personally ask him of his motives, but...

... it is quite evident that something is to transpire here, isn't it? ... Or that something had already happened.

Bollocks... I don't understand any of this.

What do you think the 'lightning' in her will is talking about?

Maybe she meant it literally. Seven lightning strikes.

Are you suggesting that she knew we would arrive precisely under this weather, on the day of her funeral? Unless she moonlighted as a renowned prophet, I don't see that happening.

Who knows? I don't even understand what Miss Catherine was trying to do here with that will.

Right... We can't... ever know the will of the dead.

Oh...!

Perhaps there is something, a clue, to be found in Miss Catherine's room?

She did visit Wuthering Heights from time to time, even after her marriage to Master Linton.

Don't you remember, Heathcliff? Miss Catherine...

... Yeah. She always liked riddles.

Not like you, who preferred a more... direct approach. Which involved smashing everything to pieces.

Got me in plenty of trouble for trying to brute force problems without even trying to think about the intent.

A faint smile appeared on Heathcliff's face as he seemed to recall a fond memory...

... I don't know if I've gotten any better at it since.

But the heavy, somber expression soon returned.

<I guess... our next order of things is to find where that room is.>