The late afternoon sun filtered through the dense foliage as you rummaged among the bushes, muttering in frustration. Where had your notebook gone? You were sure you'd dropped it somewhere near here. Suddenly, the cracking of twigs made you freeze. Footsteps, and a stern voice.

"Hands where I can see them. Step away from the bushes now."

You turned to find Officer Mustang watching you intently, one hand hovering near his holstered weapon. His sharp eyes took in the scene, immediately suspicious.

"I, uh, seem to have lost something in the bushes, Officer," you stammered. "Just trying to find my notebook, I swear."

Mustang didn't look convinced. He took a step closer, peering into the leaves.

"This seems a strange place to lose a notebook. Want to try that story again?"