This morning was hectic, and Kent hadn't had the chance to thoroughly check out the public opinion, but at first glance, all those clickbait accounts were beating the drum for Nell, since they were all kinda hinting at Nell's homeless background and digging into his past. They didn't even mention Sophia, which made it look like they were trying to jump the gun and hype things up without knowing the real deal on the ground.
Brandon glanced over at Kent and stayed mum, his eyes already on Nell.
"What happened last night?" He asked.
Maybe because Sophia had saved his life at the cost of hers, Brandon's tone softened a bit when he looked at this simple and honest old timer.
But even with a gentle tone, Nell was still shaking like a leaf in the wind, too scared to meet Brandon's eyes, and it took him an eternity to squeeze out.
"Somebody bumped into me. I was gonna fall, then she grabbed me hard and pulled me back, and then, I dunno, she got knocked away."
His voice was barely above a whisper, fragile as a mosquito's buzz. While he spoke, Nell's hands were twisting nervously in front of him, like he didn't know where to put himself.
Brandon glanced at Nell's rough and cracked hands, and then asked, "Who bumped you?"
Nell lifted his head, looking lost, and shook it, "Too dark, couldn't see."
Tomas hurried over to explain, "Last night there were over twenty people up here, and when the power went out, everyone just stood around blindly. The space was tight, and we were all crammed together. Seems like someone dropped their phone, and while stooping to pick it up, someone accidentally stepped on him, tripped, and that's what kicked off the chaos."
Kent also whispered to Brandon, "The cops took some preliminary oral confessions last night, and the initial investigation points to a small-scale stampede in the dark leading to the confusion. It should've been Nell who got knocked off, but Sophia saved him and ended up getting hit herself."
Brandon didn't say anything, and just turned to Nell, "Can you reenact what happened last night?"
Nell nodded and stepped out of the crowd to where he'd been standing the night before.
Brandon looked at the others, "Everyone take your positions from last night."
Most did as told, more or less finding their spots from the night before, all not far from Nell.
Brandon questioned the few guys closest to Nell, asking if they'd bumped him by accident. They all denied it seriously, without a hint of hesitation or guilt.
The culprit was clearly laying low.
"Where was Director Yearwood standing?" Brandon gazed at Nell and asked.
Nell pointed to a spot. "The whole time, she was holding my arm, trying to pull me away," Nell explained quietly.
Brandon gave him a look, then stood where Nell had pointed, grabbed his arm, and asked Nell to show the direction from which the force that hit him had come.
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