[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Location:[/b][/color] Town Hall[/center][hr][hr]
Harry walked into the Bed and Breakfast as if stumbling through a dense fog. Every table and chair came as a surprise the had popped out of nowhere, despite sitting solitary for the past 20 minutes at a minimum. However, even in his caffeine withdrawal inflicted stupor he managed to notice the Walkers having dinner. He waved to them as professionally as he could manage while navigating around a hidden support beam, but didn't bother trying to engage them in active conversation. Staying awake was using up most of his mental processing power, and even if he did manage to learn anything of note from them, there's no way he would remember. He'd seen his half-asleep notes before, they never made any sense to the fully conscious brain.

No, this was better. Eventually, Harry managed to find his way to his room after trying to unlock the room directly adjacent to it for a good minute before he realized that it was the wrong key. Once inside, his barely functioning brain tried to figure out the best course of action. He could try to get himself back awake for a quick overview of the notes he'd made over the course of the day. Or perhaps fully undress and put away all his clothes the way his father would have liked him to as a kid. Maybe try to grab something to eat, he hadn't actually consumed anything all day now that he'd thought about it. His body had other plans, however. The PI's feet moved on their own to the foot of the bed before giving out. Now face down on the soft bed, the last thing Harry thought about was that he could really go for a slice of cherry pie. And darkness overtook him.