March 20th, '51

Judit steps into Precinct 41, wrapping her patrol cloak tightly around herself as the cold winds rush past her. She relaxes as she steps into the Precinct, though it was only a few degrees warmer than the outside. She walked through the office, walking past Torson and McLaine's desks and settling into her own small cubicle. Her brow furrows as she contemplates the day ahead, shrugging her patrol coat off and hanging it up on the corner of her cubicle wall. She reaches out, her hand grabbing onto the first paper on the long, long stack of forms when she was interrupted; by you walking through the front door