Dennis let out a sigh. "You know I'm an insomniac. There's kinda no point in me sleeping." Walking over to her desk, he pulled up a chair and began the long and tedious process of...well, paperwork. Still, it was a job well done. A case closed. And with it, more payment to their funds of course. The two certainly needed it.

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"How....do I get myself into these situations?" 

It was a stressful morning for the two detectives, more so than usual. Having a panicked middle aged mother bang on your front door and then bring some brain dead child into your office for examination tends to do that to you.

The woman had claimed that her son went missing for a few days, only to be found on the side of the road near his old elementary school unscathed. However, since then the child has neither spoken or, creepily enough, blinked. Not once. And this was what, three days ago?

Apparently the child, who was a middle school aged boy, was taken and held in some demolished elementary school in the papers. Since then, more and more incidents with similar occurrences began happening in the time frame of only a few short days. It was mind boggling, to say the least.

Now said same woman was here in the office crying her eyes out while said victim child continued to stare at the two blankly. Dennis adjusted his glasses awkwardly, trying to comfort the mother.

"Um, there, there....er, lady, we're not licensed to do this kind of thing. We have a psychiatrist down the hall, two doors to the left from here."