"Julia..." One officer started, holding a notebook to his face. The rain had started pittering a little heavier than in had earlier that day. The little plastic bags over their hats dripping.<br/>"Julia Graham. We have some questions to ask you." He continued. The bright eyed, whip of a man tried his best to sound authoritative. He couldnt have been older than thirty. His blue eyes glinting with a playful innocence. His face, flat and solemn. Something was definitely wrong.<br/><br/>The breeze has picked up, and the other man crossed his arms. They were both dampened by the weather. The second man spoke up this time, his voice gruff and his face whethered; "I'm officer Morris. May we come inside?" This man, Morris, held an aged understanding to the situation. He took Ms. Graham's confusion into consideration and pushed forward gently. "Please. There has been some trouble..."