Errol was clearly wound tighter than a clock spring.  Maybe there was good cause for it - he saw how being trapped in a building with supernatural beings could make for some stress, even if the magic of the joint meant violence was unlikely - but he thought it must be exhausting.  Plus, well, this was her prison cell.  If she couldn't get out, she should make the best of it.<br/><br/>To Errol: "That sucks.  It's got to be lonely as fuck in here.  Sure, whatever happened to you made it so you're stuck here, but it's possible that not everyone who comes through the doors is so bad.  No me.  I am that bad.  But with some beer goggles on... who knows?  If you ask nice, Colin will make you a Roman holiday.  He's already found the ingredients."<br/><br/>He got Chance's question all the time, of course.  All cops did.  Everyone wanted to know why cops became cops.  Most of the time, it was simply that it seemed like a secure, interesting job, and you got to help the community.<br/><br/>That wasn't Brock's reason, though.  His reason is that his father chained him to a radiator and cracked open his mother's skull with a tire iron.  He left them.  Brock watched his mother cough out her blood and broken teeth a few feet away and then spent the next four days with the corpse until a truant officer showed up wondering why he wasn't at school.  His father was never caught.  Brock joined the force because he wanted to find the sonofabitch and kill him.  Because he wanted to stop other people from having to go through that kind of shit because he wanted to catch the SOBs who did it and make them pay.<br/><br/>Instead, he was a harness bull for dirty pigs in the force.  He was muscle for gangsters with shields.<br/><br/>He didn't say that.  He said to Chance, "Oh, you know.  After I got out of the Marines, I needed a job.  Being a cop looked like steady work, not boring, and I could help the community.<br/>"But let's go back to the clone thing.  You've whipped up a duplicate or something to be part of a tryst?  I don't even know what to make of the alternate universe thing, I was just spitballing.  Still, I'd pay a dollar to see you whip up a clone.  It could even get me to remember that I learned to dance for my cousin's wedding."  Which was his way of moving the subject away from why he joined the force - his answer was canned, of course, but the reasons were personal enough that he didn't want to air them publicly.