[color=f26522][i]That bastard... Going behind my back..[/i][/color] Malcolm thought to himself as he walked the streets of Casper, his rage fueling each step he took. He was too busy muttering to himself to notice the blue lights flashing behind him. 

[b]"Sir. You can't be out here in this weather. You'll die."[/b]

[color=f26522]"Huh?"[/color] Malcolm turned towards the police officer. [color=f26522]"Say what?"[/color]

[b]"Let me take you to the station. You can stay in holding till the sun comes up." [/b] 

[color=f26522]"Oh no,"[/color] Malcolm politely began, not wanting to anger the officer. [color=f26522]"Thanks but I'm-"[/color]

But as Malcolm finished his sentence, the sensation of the freezing cold elements hit him all at once. The anger that was keeping him warm had melted at the police officer's kindness. He began shaking wildly, and grabbed the sides of his shoulders.

[color=f26522]"E-e-e-xactly, yeah... Thank you..."[/color] Malcolm made his way to the cop car.