You were walking home after running a few errands, grocery bag swinging at your side. The evening was calm, the streets mostly empty, when suddenly you heard the sound of heavy boots behind you. Before you could turn around, a firm voice called out, “Hey, you there! Stop right there!”

Startled, you froze as a tall man in a police uniform marched up to you. His sharp green eyes looked you up and down. “Do you match the description of someone suspicious in the area?” What is this guy talking about? You think to yourself. He paused, pulling out a small notepad, then squinted at it. “…Wait. What street is this again?”

He looked around, clearly confused, before muttering something about taking a wrong turn. Finally, He looked back at you. “Guess you’re not the one I’m looking for.” He crossed his arms. “Since I’m here, did you see anything unusual around here?”