<div align="center">Offices of the Cape Merrin Gazette</div><br/><br/>Alice let the phone fall from her hand as it went dead before she could ask even one question. She felt as if whoever had called had stabbed her deep in the heart. Or maybe the hole had already been there the band aid ripped open whenever someone mentioned Alexanders name. For a moment she was back inside the tent the body of her son resting warm and snug against her. Then the thing, the Monster that she had all but convinced herself had been her own imagination had come. She could hear the rip of the tent being broke as sharp claws sliced through it. She pulled her son closer, warm body against body. When the Monster had gotten a hold of her sons leg his eyes had opened, and seemed to plead with her very soul. Help Me. Except in this vision it seemed to be saying. Help them.<br/><br/>Did she want others to live their lives like her? She wasn't even living anymore, but going through the motions, a ghost of her self. Everything was focused on distracting herself, because every thought could easily end in pain. Screw them, and their stupid kids. Did any of them help her? No. So let them die for all she cared. No she couldn't do that, no matter how much she wanted to do it. Had  she not become a reporter to save the world? Perhaps it was time to do that? To start reporting again, and stop living this ghost life.<br/><br/>Beep, Beep, Beep....The phone was shouting angrily reminding her that it was still off of the line.<br/><br/>“ fuck She muttered under her breath as a hand fished for the phone and slammed it back down in its cradle. She could hear the police radio some of the other reporters had going off. Something was  going on at Simon's Bull. Some of the bigger reporters were getting ready to go down there, no doubt by the sound of the radio that a lot of cops were already there. Perhaps with people preoccupied it would be a good time to go down to the police station and see what she could find. If she was going to do this, she was going to investigate. To do it objectively like a good reporter, not just take information from some unreliable source on the phone just because he mentioned her sons name.<br/><br/>She dug through some papers on her desk. Her desk had stacks of paper all around it, and looked like a mess, but she knew where  everything was. “ I get more order through chaos.” She use to joke with people who made a comment about her sloppy desk.  She pulled out a calender and circled the 14th. If  the source had been right that left her with little time to pull an investigation. She would have to have it in the paper by the 13th at the latest to do anyone any good.  She grabbed up her press badge  and a notebook, then headed out to her car. She was thinking like a reporter now separating everything into deadlines and facts, her son pushed into the back of her mind. The Band Aid back on her heart.<br/><br/><div align="center">Police Station </div><br/><br/>She climbed into her V.W and drove out to the police station. She drove in quietness her mind focused only on the task at hand. When she arrived at the police station she quickly pulled into an empty spot and walked out of the car into the station. There wasn't any cops in the lobby, and the person at the desk was taking some kind of call.<br/><br/>Alice stood there and waited for a few seconds, her hand s playing with the reporter press badge she had . She stood there for a few minuets. Then she looked around as far as she could tell the person on the phone never even noticed her, so she walked away from the front desk and into the hall way behind it.<br/><br/>Her heart was beating hard now, but by the way Alice held herself as she walked anyone would have thought she belonged there. . She walked into a room with some file cabinets and opened one up to search through it. It was highly unorthodox way of reporting, but if the call had been right she had very little time. Defiantly not enough to play with police politics, where they might give you a file after they spent days doctoring it, or say it was lost, or just refuse all together.