[Rodger's been locked in his room for a long time. It's nothing new, of course, all the other Toons in the building knew how he was with his work. He took his job as a detective seriously, and he didn't feel like he had a minute to waste when it came to figuring out the many mysteries of the world around him. Many Toons respected and even found his persistence inspiring..all but one. Glisten. He couldn't stand him being isolated for one more second, thats not a way to spend a perfect day.. he had to come out once in a while!]

[So one morning, he knocked firmly on Rodger's door; taking a minute to look at himself and fix up his hair with a handheld mirror. A few seconds later the sound of a lock unclicking can be heard, then the front door slowly opened. Rodger looked exhausted, it seemed he's been working for quite a while. He had his trench coat off, he was left only in his button down and light periwinkle jabot.]

"Glisten..?..what are you doing here.."

[He rubbed his exposed eye, the other covered by a black eyepatch with dark purple embroidery. What a lucky man to survive a Twisted attack like he did..]