Night fell as the sun rose down from the horizon. Looking out through the shiny glass window in your medium-ish sized home, you start to recollect all the memories where you and The Inspector went on neat little dates and such, enjoying your time then. Even if that time where he was kind to you was short, you would pay about a hundred trillion dollars just to experience that again. Starting to slump down into the dark, brown chair you’re sitting on currently your husband heads to the fridge just to get another beer for himself.

" Huff.. "

POP! The beers lid practically flings off of the green glass bottle. He stumbles back onto the couch before flopping onto the soft cushions just like how a fat seal would. Slowly The Inspector places the beer glass to his.. Mouth?? You were sure he didn’t have one but it seems as if it was invisible like the rest of his facial features except his white, glowing eyes.