<div style="text-align: justify;">The girl who was standing by the door was starting to wonder whether or not there was someone inside. Her mind was already working on an alternative plan when the door finally opened. Finally, and lucky for her there was indeed someone in. The man's words, though, got her to take a step back. In her current nervous state, the girl felt tempted to turn tail and run. She would probably have done so had the man not changed his intonation and apologized. "Uh... no problem", she murmured quietly, nodding and stepping in, her steps not too steady.<br/><br/>Once inside, the girl took a look around, taking everything in and wondering whether or not she should trust that man. The revolver didn't make her feel too safe, but she was already there, and really felt the need to sit down. At least for a while. Considering that she could stay there and collect herself, the young woman decided that she could try and talk to the man.<br/><br/>Watching the man sit down, the girl did the same. Seeing him prepare to take notes, the young woman tried to collect her thoughts, trying not to blurt everything out in a way that the man could not understand.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, I... I can't pay for your services right now, but... I will pay you, if... if you can help me, I... spent all of my money on a cab ride", she explained, her voice short of breath.<br/><br/>After a pause to catch her own breath, the young woman continued, trying to speak slower than her thoughts were running, so that the man could understand what she meant.<br/><br/>"I... something strange happened to me, I... I woke up this morning in a house that was not mine, south of here. It was empty, and... I don't know, I don't remember anything. Someone took everything from my purse but the money in it, and... I... I really don't know, I didn't stay there long enough to find out what was actually going on".<br/><br/>With a sigh, the woman ran her fingers through her honey-blonde hair. It was clear she was nervous and frustrated, including with her own inability to explain herself clearly.<br/><br/>"I apologize, I am still a little bit... out of my wits", she explained, even though she thought the way she looked made pretty clear that she was not in her normal state.<br/><br/>Once the girl stopped speaking, she waited for the detective to say anything - hoping beyond hope that he could do anything to help her.</div>