Inference woke up to the sound of the phonogram playing the song, “You’ll never know.” Yet, it was covered by Kroto, a famous performer at a nearby theatre. His head was buried in his arms, and he found he was still at the detectives office, at his desk. ”I must’ve fallen asleep.” He thought as he sat up, leaning back into the chair.

He removed his hat and ran his hand through his hair, opening his eyes. It was an off day thankfully, so he hadn’t needed anything to worry about doing today.