[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia[/b][/color][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Behind The Sporting Goods Store Near Town Square[/center][hr]

	"Well that was just down right disturbing," Tim said looking over towards the girls as Cynthia kept prattling on in weird ways. "Maybe we should get you three back to the precinct and we can see what we can do about working out what she is saying. Can you three go ahead and take Cynthia up there? I have to go check on Marc with the other crime scene and these folks have to get this wrapped up. Then I have to see what is going on with Dj down at the hospital," Tim said as Cynthia sat there rocking back and forth sounding like the kid in The Shining as she just kept saying, [color=f26522]"Redrum, redrum, redrum."[/color] 

	Tim stared at her for a minute. [color=f26522]"Is it just me or is she starting to sound like a broken record of movie quotes?"[/color] he asked before shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose as if he was developing a very strong headache suddenly. 

	[color=f26522]"Movies! Movies, let's go to the movies! And just what in the world would we go and see? I dunno, something big! Why something big? Isn't it better to watch something small? Who wants something small? Not me. Then why would you even bring it up? Bring what up? What are you talking about? I dunno, what are you talking about?"[/color] Cynthia started up again. Tim just rolled his eyes, it was going to be a long damn day. Why couldn't the killer just kill him so he could have the day off?