Crystal's eyes widened in panic as she saw the<em> police officer</em>approaching her.  She quickly shoved the pipe into her purse and popped up from the sitting position straightening the red smock.  As she stood up the notes that lady with the goggles had given her fell onto the floor.  Crystal stared directly at the<em>police officer</em>and said rapidly: "I wasn't doing anything! I work here! See?!"  Pointing to her name tag "Mike".<br/><br/>As she was trying to plead with the<em>officer</em>her elbow caught  the section of Kraft Singles and they tumbled down behind her.  Crystal turned around to start "re-stocking" them like she really worked there.  Her eye sight was blurred from being high and she started stacking them on top of the swiss cheese in a rather unorganized fashion.  She noticed the papers laying on the floor and picked them up.  There were numbers and formulas and words written on the papers that Crystal didn't understand, almost in a different language.  Her attention span was short and now was taken by the notes as she stared at them.<br/><br/>"Do you know what this means?"  Crystal asked the<em>policeman</em>pointing to the letters.