It was 1997, years after the Missing Children's incident was put to rest due to the lack of evidence--and lack of suspects for that matter, since the main one had been proclaimed as deceased because he dissapeared a week after the incident..the week turning into a year.

Clay had never forgotten about the case, no. In fact it always lingered in his mind as the one case in which he couldn't solve. He still remained a police chief but decided to quit the detective work--as the incidents of the past haunted him and revealed themselves in his nightmares.

He lit a cigar, leaning back against his car, blowing out the gray cloud of toxic air into the sky.

A warm breeze brushed by and rustled the leaves on trees as the afternoon wind blew by. Clay looked up from the cigar, spotting a suspicious looking fellow loitering near the old and run-down Pizzeria.

He put out the cigar on his arm--not really feeling the burn due to the resistance his job required as he aged.

The figure got closer to the doors, looking like they were going to break in which caused Clay to get up off of his car and walk over, raising his gruff voice "Hey, that's private property. It would be unwise to break in, especially infront of a Police Chief, don't you think?"