Day dawns...
And another one bites the dust. Having lost the second greatest deductive mind in the world, the passengers suddenly found that the greatest was torn from their midst. The fat, ostensibly lazy form of CN2, Mycroft Holmes, had been only a shield for the mind so great it essentially ran the government of Britain's great Empire. He is discovered in the hallway, pale and shaking, half-paralysed and unable to talk. A spike has been shot into his shoulder, coated with some unknown venom. Whatever poison he has been affected by will take a long time to heal... if it ever does. A bleak day for the Abyssinia.
CN2, Mycroft Holmes, Deductive Genius, Poisoned Night Two
IT IS DAY. 10 Left, 6 to lynch.
GOGOGO!