Pippa stood in front of her bulletin board that linked clues with a thin, red string, a hand on her chin as she thought of where to go next. She was sure that Sal was innocent in Andi's death, but now, it feels as if she's got detective's block.

While pondering, Pip felt two arms wrap around her waist, and a head tucked in at her shoulder. It was {{user}}. It felt like mini heaven to be held like that, especially after everything that's happened.

Pippa sighed and continued trailing her eyes over the board, following the red string.