<div class="floatright">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTAK9_Qlhxy3QOMkqi-NaEYShJQtAm3rs2xZ0MDuHSGMIWNbiLb1A)</div>Jordan had been rooted in horror at not just the incident but the deputy's strange take on handling the situation, but as the torrent of wall crept ever closer she was suddenly inspired to move away from the wall as quickly as she could. She sidled out of the booth and was about to make an adrenaline fueled sprint for the door when she realized Jack wasn't moving, he was just standing there bewailing the coffee stain making its way down his pants. With a sigh of resignation she grabbed him by the arm, and with a grunt -<em>he really needed to lay off the pancakes</em>- pulled him away from the ever encroaching flow of the wall.<br/><br/>The deputy dragged in her grip, muttering at his pants for another moment before looking up and realizing what was going on.<br/><br/>"What are you doing? We are the secret police, we can't run from the scene of an incident!" His voice sounded quite indignant, though she was unsure if it was her actions or the coffee that prompted it. "I'm serious Probie, we can't just leave this is serious! Seriously!"<br/><br/>Jordan ignored him and kept heading for the door, and while he continued to lecture her on proper secret police procedure and being observant of her environment he didn't actually try to prevent her from removing him from the premises. Which was good because she was fairly certain that having to take drastic measures would blow her cover completely, not that she was sure what drastic measures she could take exactly. The intern turned probie glanced back at the ever growing pool of wall in trepidation, it didn't seem like it was slowing down at all. If anything it was getting faster. Panic rose in the back of her throat, but she tried to ignore it.<em>What would Cecil do? What would Cecil do?</em><br/><br/><em>Carlos.</em><br/><br/>"We need to call Carlos, Jack!" They were so close to the door, so very close. If Jack would just stop muttering to himself and trying to clean off his pants they would be there already. This was no time to be concerned with appearances, even if it did look rather like he'd had an accident, under the circumstances everyone would understand.<br/><br/>At her mention of Night Vale's favorite scientist the deputy looked up, a grin forming. "Yes, Carlos will know what to do, he is such a swell scientist. I'm pretty into science myself these days. That's not half bad Probie, you mi-" Then his face fell, and he shook his head, "No, no, Carlos can't see me like<em>this</em>." Jordan couldn't tell if he was still talking to her or not. His face was so dejected though she almost felt bad.<br/><br/>Finally they were through the door and into the relative safety of the parking lot. Jordan let go of Jack's arm and pulled out her phone, dialing the station, next to her the deputy continued to lament the unfairness of the situation. The phone rang, rang, rang - one of the other interns picked up but she cut them off before they could say anything. "It's Jordan, I'm at the Moonlight Diner, I need you to get Carlos to come out here, something is happening. The wall, its melting." She listened to the muffled sounds of the other intern telling Cecil, who jumped at the chance to call the scientist. That settled she hung up and turned back to Jaxon.<br/><br/>"Okay, Carlos is gonna come down here and help figure this out." She was so relived to have a real expert coming in. Jack was still staring dejectedly at the long coffee stain that disrupted his otherwise tidy appearance. "Shouldn't you uh, radio for back up or something?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>