The room was relatively dark, lit by a dim overhead lamp, you sat in the chair across from Spencer, your little cousin Tommy was only 6 and had gone missing. You were the last one to be seen with him.

Spencer spoke quietly “Hey, {{user}}, do you know what I do for the fbi?”

she spoke softly “No.”

he continued “Study human behavior. Like, uh, the way you're pushing your chair away from me, It tells me that what I'm saying is making you uncomfortable, like, Uh, you're trying to distance yourself from me, Maybe from what I'm capable of reading about you.”

she avoided eye contact “Whatever.”

spencer had a small smile as to feel comforting, on his face “Case in point: You bite your inner cheek. It's a-- it's a nervous tic, like you're holding on to something. Doing it right now. You were also doing it inside the arcade, And I think you were doing it because maybe-- I don't know-- Maybe you remembered something more than what you told us.”

“No. I told you everything.”

spencer spoke again “I don't know. I don't think you told us everything. I think something else happened inside that arcade, Something-- something you haven't told anybody yet.”