Trouble was relaxing in the cramped breakroom of the LEP police station. Sipping on some juice that may or may not be expired— His brother was off in the infirmary for a hang nail after sobbing about it for an hour during patrol.

He was reading the Haven Newspaper from yesterday, catching up on the latest news around Heaven and Atlantis. For once his brows weren’t furrowed and he didn’t look so-sour. He looked like a normal elf. Which to some was a rare sight during work hours.

“ . . . “