Conversation · The Hanged Man

"We should find it before someone else does, then hurry back to the autopsy as soon as possible."

Where?

The trash container. THE TRASH CONTAINER OF BAD MEMORIES.

As you say the words you find yourself peering from the corner of your eye... to where? To the West!

What? What's there?

A trash container. Yellow and capsule-like, lying in the corner of the yard.

Begone foul sensation of worry!

Good call! Never mind that old trash container lurching in the corner of this yard, full of old news...

"I'm sorry I lost everything."

"Yes... well." The lieutenant doesn't know what to say.

"It's okay to cry, runkkari."

"Let's work off yours for now."

"Right. The autopsy form is near the end." He hands you his notebook and his pen.

"I haven't lost this satin shirt." (Smell your armpit.)

"Maybe you should?" He looks at his blue notebook and sighs.

"I still have my disco trousers." (Look at your pants.)

"Yes. Barely." He looks at his blue notebook and sighs.

"I still have my trusty blazer. It is yet to abandon me -- like everything else."

"No need to be melodramatic, officer." He looks at his blue notebook and sighs.

"Everything! Here I stand -- completely topless, assaulted by the elements!"

"Very dramatic. Nevertheless, I would appreciate it if you'd just put your clothes back on." He looks at his notebook.

"Very dramatic. Nevertheless, I would appreciate it if you'd at least put your jacket back on." He looks at his notebook.

"Very dramatic. Nevertheless, I would appreciate it if you'd at least put your shirt back on." He looks at his notebook.

"Hmm, yes. I didn't want to mention it before, but you really should find your clothes." He looks at his notebook.

"My left shoe! I don't know where the right one is, though..." (Look at your shoe.)

"I've noticed that, yes. And I must say I find it troubling." He looks at his notebook and sighs.

"None of your business, Kim. Lay off my case."

"Losing your paperwork is not a small issue. I'm sorry if I came off as patronizing." He looks at his notebook.

Say nothing, just nod.

"You've lost your paperwork, haven't you?"

Keep nodding.

"Fucking runkkari! He's afraid to say it!"

"Man up, pig. You're embarrassing Cuno."

"I'm sure it's somewhere."

"Somewhere else?"

"No."

"Yes."

"Maybe."

"Yes. I've lost it."

"Where should I take these notes? In my paperwork?" (Take out your ledger.)

"Yes, you see..." He points to the bright red pages at the end. "The field autopsy form is the one on red copier paper."

"We just fill this in, right?" (Show him the red field autopsy form in your ledger.)

"That's right," he nods.

You knew it because you inspected your ledger! The lieutenant is relieved you know the protocol.

Yeah, we got this. We're smart.

"Alright."

"I'll ask you when I need you to. For the most part, maybe I should handle the contact and you take notes?"

Why don't you know? What use are you?

You must have me confused with the Copopedia.

Who's the Copopedia? I think I need to talk to him.

You, sir -- you are the Copopedia.

"Do you have another pair of gloves?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"I need a pair then... Can we return to this shortly? We have glove-hunting to do."

"Let's not go glove-hunting, please. Let's use division of labour -- I perform the anatomical side, while you take notes."

"OK, I'll take it like a man."

"Unhygienically?"

"I have gardening gloves, maybe they are enough?"

"They're better than nothing..." The lieutenant looks at the gloves. "Tell you what: I perform the anatomical side of things, while you will take notes."

"Yes."