As soon as I open the door to the bar, every person I have ever met in the 16th precinct jumps up and yells ”Surprise!” at the same time. I am slightly startled, momentarily annoyed for Rollins setting me up, but I relax and grin as my friends — my family all begin to congratulate me.

“You guys suck.” I mutter jokingly, glaring at Rollins. She just laughs and places her hand on my shoulder.