<span style="font-weight: bold"> Florist </span><br/><br/>“Excellent deduction ma’am. I<span style="font-weight: bold">am</span>a cop,” Declan said, showing her his ID badge “Officer Declan O’leary.”<br/><br/>“Right…” Olive frowned somewhat. Not sounding as impressed as Declan was hoping.<br/><br/>“In any case, myself and Athena are also special detectives. We know what we’re doing,” Declan justified “we’re not rookies either. Besides, there’s been a lot of paranormal-seeming activity happening during nightfalls so if want to get to the bottom of this… it seems unnatural but bloody hell… there HAS to be a lead somewhere!”<br/>Olive gritted her teeth. Declan just didn’t get it.<br/><br/>“Sir,” she began calmly “it’s getting late. You said yourself your colleague is stressed and exhausted. I think you two should go home and get some rest.”<br/><br/>“Pft. Maybe she should… as soon as I get her home, that is. After that, I’m game for some action!”<br/>Just as Declan said that, a high pitched scream was heard. Resonating against the city structures which faded into the dark night sky. He ran over towards one of the large front windows. Cupping his eyes to peer outside. Trying to determine the whereabouts.<br/><br/>‘May have come from the Docklands,’ he thought to himself.<br/><br/>“Listen… thanks for everything!” Declan turned around and picked up the flowers, before walking backwards towards the door whilst still talking “if you heard what I just heard then it’s really within my own interest to stick around.”<br/>He then pivoted and ran out through the door. Hoping to god that Athena wasn’t involved in this.<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">City streets </span><br/><br/>Athena turned around. That high pitched scream was not subtle at all. Did anyone else hear it she wondered?<br/><br/>It was starting to get somewhat misty and eerie. The atmosphere was really starting to become oppressive. Furthermore, no signs of Declan either.<br/><br/>“Great!” she clicked her tongue, before storming off towards the direction of the scream. It appeared to be coming from the Docklands area.<br/><br/>She steadily tread upon of the peers. Her footsteps trudging against knocking wood. All else that could be heard was a howling wind that drifted in and out, and the swaying parked boats. Waves swishing and lapping upon the murky black waters.<br/><br/>Having crossed the planks of the peer through the mist, her eyes fell upon a fallen figure. A bloody slash upon its back.<br/><br/>She ran over to the figure and frantically tried to pick them up. It was a middle aged man. Wearing a ‘Rock N Roll’ black T-shirt. He was unkempt and smelt of liquor.<br/>Nonetheless, it was a wounded man.<br/><br/>Wait… was this the record store boss? The one that other man who gave her a smoke worked for.<br/><br/>“Sir… WHAT are you doing all the way out here?!” she asked.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Psychiatrist's room </span><br/><br/>Carly lowered her ears. Eyes constricting with fear at the tall stature in front of her. Her fear of limiting her vision to that of a tall dark figure, red eyes, and orange hues illuminating his outer form.<br/><br/>“…sir… I mean….”<br/><br/>“Julien?” she managed to utter.<br/><br/>Julien simply sat down in his swivel chair again. Except now he was facing Carly. On the same level.<br/>Sure, that it made things less intimidating. Except how did he move the chair all the way there without her noticing.<br/><br/>Julien leaned his heads forwards whilst balancing his torso with his elbows upon his knees.<br/><br/>“You’re hiding something from me,” he said, looking her in the eyes “come on. You can tell me what it is.”<br/><br/>“What…?” the young cat asked the imposing Psychiatrist.<br/><br/>“Well…” Julien mulled over her question, quite patiently.<br/><br/>“To summarise everything we’ve talked about since you started coming to see me:  You lost both your parents 6 years ago to unknown causes.<br/><br/>That would have made you 13. An age where you would’ve only just begun to grow, develop cognitively, emotionally and socially, as well as the brain gathering its sensory and motor paths” he said tallying each fact with his fingers in front of her face.<br/><br/>Carly nodded pitifully.<br/><br/>“That ordeal would’ve impaired that. Not to mention you never even found out how your parents died. The murder mystery dragging for 5 years before police officials decided to close it given underwhelming evidence,” Julien recalled very knowingly.<br/><br/>Carly trembled somewhat, her head hung low with her long hair covering her face. Like a withdrawn child.<br/><br/>“And that’s when the nightmares, voices you heard, and hallucinations began,” he explained “but even with the sessions we’ve been having and the medications I’ve been prescribing- none of it is going away.”<br/><br/>Carly, looked up at a very slight to see Julien. The direct vision being as limited as possible. A tear stain visible on her cheek.<br/><br/>“… which is why! I think we should try…” Julien started, reaching out into his pocket “some hypnotherapy. To dig up some answers from the dead.”<br/><br/>Julien sniggered somewhat. Of course the Chlorpromazine he prescribed didn’t work. He replaced with them Narcotics to encourage the nightmares. And soon he would get some answers from this gullible girl once he’d draw out her unconscious state of mind.