It wasn't rare for Henry's customers to cry, but something in that girl's sobbing made him very uncomfortable. He opened one of the desk's drawers and took a box of tissues, handing them to the girl; all this while attentively analyzing the drawing. It was an unusual method of recognition, but it would have to suffice. "Well, miss Chastity, I'm really sorry for your worries...", he said, giving the drawing back to her, "...but I need a little bit more information in order to open a case". From another drawer he took a small notebook, on which he started to take some notes. "For instance, I'm going to need his last name as well, along with some information like: his job, a list of close friends or other relatives, places he used to visit, mental institutions he used to be incarcerated in..."<br/><br/>He looked at his watch, noticing it was about time to close, but decided to make an exception. "Also, with your permission of course, I'd like to take a look at his bedroom - I assume it is as he left it the last time, right?". "And don't worry about the payment yet, let's find your brother first. I'm not saying we're certainly going to succeed, but in my experience, the answers start popping after you ask the same question so many times... What I mean is, the more information you give me, the easier it will be". Henry wasn't sure why he said all that. 'Missing person' cases were the worst, and usually ended in tragedy - there was really no point in telling her anything they did would make it<span style="font-style: italic">easier</span>. Perhaps it was compassion.