Gordon had had to recruit two other officers to help him get Richard into the station as the kid had tried to take off on them at every opportunity. Finally with him in one of the offices Gordon had a moment to catch his breath before trying to figure out what to do next.<br/>"Linda, can you get me a list of all the orphanages in the area?" Gordon asked the secretary as he made his way to his own office. From what one of the detectives had discovered, the kid had no living relatives.<br/><br/>Richard sat in the office of one of the officers, the door had been locked behind him. Sniffling as tears rolled down his cheeks he couldn't help but replay the scene from earlier that night in his head over and over. He immediately blamed himself, if he had told someone about what he had seen before the show none of this would have happened. He was lost in his memory and didn't hear the door open, nor did he see the secretary kneel before him. It was until he felt a hand on his shoulder that he snapped back to reality. The man who had taken him from the circus, Gordon, was telling him something.<br/>"Richard, I know this is hard to take in but you've got to understand that it's for the best." The man held his hand and was leading him back the way they had come. Was he bringing him home? No. The thought vanished as soon as they exited the station and Richard was ushered into the car of two unknown strangers once more. The woman in the passenger's seat turned to face him.<br/>"Don't worry sweetie. It's not all bad." She patted his knee before turning to face the front once more. Richard's gazer flew from their faces to the window where Gordon was standing with his hands behind his back and his head down. He hadn't wanted to send the kid to the detention center but no where else was willing to accept him, he just had to remind himself that this was for the best.