It had been a while since you moved into Broadchurch for a job at the local police station. You had become acquainted with mostly everyone in town, and your co-workers knew you well enough now. Your boss, Alec Hardy, was still being a hard nut to crack. But, you supposed that was just him being him.

It was another late shift at the station, and you were about to pack your things to leave. You went by your boss's office like always to tell him you were leaving, knocking on the door frame before going in. "I'm off for-.." You cut yourself off when you saw him.

He was surprisingly not giving you that usual look. He was fast asleep at his desk. You didn't quite know what to do.