Owen nervously entered the office of New Haven Sheriff Ed Wilson. The Sheriff had requested to speak with him, and Owen had no idea why.

Wilson was in the middle of a phone call.

"I'll call you back," Wilson told the person on the other end of the line, a serious tone in his voice and look in his eyes. He hung up the phone swiftly, resting his elbows on his cluttered desk. 

"You gonna sit down, or stand there lookin' stupid?" Wilson asked him sarcastically.

Owen timidly grabbed a seat, visibly uncomfortable.

"You, wanted to see me, Sheriff?"

"I've never been one for these sorts of conversations, Reznik. So I'll go ahead and cut straight to the point," Wilson said, leaning back in his chair.

Owen nodded nervously.

"Word travels pretty fast around here, Owen."

Wilson had never used him first name before.

"That it does, sir."

"Look, kid. You gotta let this thing go. I know you're shook up. You want answers, closure. But this thing, this... Incident, it's over now. And we'll probably find this guy's body in a ditch somewhere any day now. What you have to do is move on. You understand what I'm sayin' to you, Owen?"

Owen hesitated. "I understand, Sheriff, it's just that," Wilson cut him off, abruptly leaning forward onto his desk again.

"I don't think you heard me, Reznik. This case is closed! Maybe two weeks suspension is the time you need to really get a handle on this thing..."

Owen remained silent for a moment, swallowing his pride and frustration.

"No, sir. I understand just fine."

"Say it."

"The case is closed. I've moved on."

Wilson leaned back, picking up the phone. "Shut the door behind you."