<div align="center">The crime scene</div><br/>The detective nearly jumps out his skin when purple suddenly appears all over him. Just as he starts to slap at the flames, they disappear. He glares at the drow with pure hatred for a moment and mutters, “Bitch.” Then he turns and walks back to his. He opens the driver’s door then shouts over the door, “I’m outa here, you coming?”<br/><br/>The other detective turns and starts walking to the car while trying to suppress his laughter.<br/><br/>The chief turns to the strange dark skinned woman saying, “I apologize for the behavior of my men. It has been a very rough night for us. Our appearance here is probably a shock to you, but to us … well … we just had our entire world twisted inside out and twisted. Everything we have been taught since childhood as being unreal and just the stuff of fantasy has just been made very real. That was neat trick you just did and is probably fairly common place for you, but just not supposed to be possible for us and more than likely would not be possible where we are from. Would like me to give you a ride into town? Or will you be returning the way you came from? I feel that should warn you though. You will probably get that kind of reception from more of the locals.”<br/><br/>The chief then turns back to the other officers, “Get the bodies back to the morgue as quickly as you can. If she is correct it may not be too safe out here this close to the forest. I have to get back to town and try to keep order there.” He then starts walking back to his Jeep.<br/><br/>The CSI asks, “What do you want me to do?”<br/><br/>“Help get those bodies loaded on the van. Hell even put one in the back of your truck if you have to.”<br/><br/>The chief pauses just before getting to the jeep and looks back to see if he should open the passenger door for the woman. It is not out of any sense of chivalry, he just doubts she would know how the door handle works.<br/>