The lieutenant's door is closed.

The lieutenant's door is closed.

Knock.

No response.

What are you doing?

[Leave.]

Knock again.

Still no response.

Where is he? Isn't it party o'clock?

Doesn't he want to go for a little drive?

Anything to not face the hanged disco man yet...

I should stop bothering Kim. [Leave.]

Tap out the tune Kim whistled on the swing set.

Your hear the sound of a drawer closing followed by the shuffling of feet.

"Is that you, detective?"

No, thou art Garte.

"Do you wanna go for a midnight drive, to clear our heads?"

"To clear our heads from what, sleep?"

Sleep is what he needs most right now.

"Good night, detective."

"It's party time."

"Isn't it always party time with you?"

You're going to have to figure this one out on your own.

"I don't know, Kim."

"Well, I don't know either. You should get some rest."

"I wanted to go over the case again."

"Yes, that's a good idea. Let's do it in the morning. You know, when we're not sleeping."

"It's Garte, the barkeep."

"Very funny. What do you want?"

"I'm... not ready to go to sleep yet."

"Bad dreams?"

"You'll get used to them, I promise. Sometimes it helps to go for a short walk."

"It is I, Garte, Manager of this Faire Cafeterium."

Knock again, as before.

Your hear the sound of a drawer closing followed by the shuffling of feet.

"Yes, what is it? What time is it?"

Bang on the door.

Your hear the sound of a drawer closing followed by the shuffling of feet.

"What is it, officer?" The lieutenant's voice sounds tired.

Is he not worried that you haven't found the murder weapon yet?

Is he not worried that you might have missed something in the autopsy?

Is he not worried that you didn't get the body down?