Herald had been in his home office, rummaging through files, and attempting to clarify this case with Danica. He was sipping his tea and was sitting there for what seemed like hours. He was dressed very nonchalantly a white t-shirt and a pair of heart patterned black boxers. He was sipping on his favorite herbal tea, which was a blend of almond and chamomile.  He stood up from his seat and stretched his legs and back. He moaned and grumbled as he made his way to his living room, files in under one, his mug of tea in his remote control in the other.<br/><br/>His home seemed not only spacious but empty as well. Something inside of him was feeling this backlash of repressed emotions about not marrying and having kids but he was consumed in his work and never had time to go on the hunt for that "perfect" someone. He also knew that they would be wretchedly envious of his devotion to his work and would feel neglected. He convinced himself that it was to protect this imaginary person but in reality it was a ruse and he was actually justifying his loneliness.<br/><br/>He turned on the television and the evening news had just started. A story of a suspected rapist surfaced that just murdered his fourth victim. He had been use to stories like that and wouldn't be surprised if the criminal ended up in his care at some time in the future. But then he turned his attention to Danica's file again. A long history of no symptoms of violent behavior then at the age of fifteen she went ballistic. No rhyme, no reason, just plain aggression and violent behavior. Seven years of being in the care of his hospital. In fact she was there way before he took on the reigns of becoming the head psychiatrist for the facility. Always an enigma that eluded him, those dead eyes, filled with hatred, and torment had glared at him as he passed through the halls of the hospital.<br/><br/><i>It doesn't make any sense.</i>he thought as he took a sip from his tea and shaking his head silently. His face engulfed by the dull blue glow of his television screen. The news were doing a fluff piece about a dog that had beaten the high score in a video game or something like that Herald decided turned off the TV make his way to his bedroom. He had something in store for Danica the next time he see her and had just called her parents to give him the final piece to his experiment. He was expecting it to arrive by mail tomorrow morning and that reason alone he decide to go to sleep early. He dragged his fatigued body to his bedroom and flopped on his king size bed. He felt tried but felt it was difficult to sleep because a deep mixture of anticipation and morbid disingenuous curiosity.  Tossing and turning it was hours before he finally fell into a child-like slumber.