[center][hr][hr][h1][color=f26522][b]Cynthia[/b][/color][b] &[/b] [b][color=82ca9d]Marc[/color][/b][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Police Station/Out on the Town[/center][hr]
	
	Tim wasn't about to get into it with the girls as long as they came inside and helped him with the psycho Cynthia. There she was standing before one of the walls, various condiments used to paint with, singing to herself. 

	[color=f26522]Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,"[/color] she sang and continued as Roxanne and Riley came in. Spinning around and smiling in that bright delusional way she did when she got like this, a splattering of ketchup on her face that could be mistaken easily for blood if it were not for the smell of vinegar hanging heavy in the air. 

	Tilting her head to the side she she nodded towards Riley. [color=f26522]"Here, here, the stars! The stars!"[/color] she kept saying as she ripped open a container of sandwich meat, tossing the turkey and ham to the ground before flinging the slabs of baloney on the wall. [color=f26522]"The stars are baloney! The stars are baloney!!"[/color] she yelled over and over again. 

	Mark pulled over in the meantime, rubbing his temples before getting out of his car and adjusting one of the guns as he started to walk, sending a text to Tuesday asking her to at least reply to him to let him know she was still breathing at this moment in time. Tuesday search for Chris came up quickly, he had an old website he maintained that was of short films he did back in high school but his main point of contact was for the local news station; his cell number and email listed in case anyone had a news story they wanted to report to him.