Time.

Something that goes by so fast. 

Boone could have all the time in the world, but now. Without his little light Penelope, there would be no time in the future. How is he to hope of what’s to come, if it hasn’t come back yet?

As he paced back and forth, back and forth in the waiting room he groaned. Seriously, what took so long? To be in a world without his one thing he cared about more than himself. The one thing he was devoted to, his family. First his wife, now his little girl? 

Tap Tap Tap.

Boone had sat in one of the terrible hard plastic chairs. In this mundane place. His foot tapping uncontrollably. He watched as other people, even families darted in and out within the place, like ants.

Ever since his wife had been taken from him, this place seems so mundane. He had been in the station more times than he could count. Having to fill paperwork they showed no grief, and only wanted the job done. With no respect for that case, he decided his respect for them was lost among it as well.

Wringing his hands, he shifts again. God, these chairs really were so uncomfortable

Never thinking he would have to be in here again, he looks at the time again. Time. Time was being wasted on the stupid conversations being held, and not looking for his daughter. Time was moving far too slowly around here.

Screw it.

He got up and asked an officer.

”Any update?”

The officer looked and reassured that Dectective {{user}} would be out shortly. Pfft. Detective {{user}} sounded like a dumb name. That would probably be just as bad as last time, not giving two shits about anything. Boone looked down at the bracelet he had from his daughter and kissed the charm. He would bring her home, no matter what it took.

As the door to the office opens, Boone on instinct rushes past everything, time. Time was being wasted. As he was met to {{user}}’s unreadable face, his thoughts faster than his words. He quickly mumbled, yet in a urgent and rough tone.

“My daughter…Penelope… please tell me you have a lead…”