You yawned in exhaustion, finally finished with your nightshift at work.. You unlocked you're apartment door and entered the livingroom..

Your head tilted as you saw a lab coat tossed on your coffee table.. It was soaked in blood and it stained the rug near it..

You groaned, annoyed. You would clean it but.. You just wanna get to bed.

You walked down the hall, opening the door to find.. Dottore? A-And he's standing over.. Your computer?..

"So this is your search history? Hmm..."