'I've got your picture on my wall. I dream about you when I sleep. I go out of my way, everyday, just hoping that I'll catch you walking down your street...'

It's a quiet night in town, the only sound being the light rain hitting the glass in the sheriff's office window. Lee is sitting at his desk, his forehead propped up on his hand, staring at the clock on the wall.

It's late, later than he expected to be working, and he's growing more agitated by the minute. Suddenly, he straightens up and a half-smile appears on his face.

He's spotted you... walking on the sidewalk outside the station, and he's already planning to follow you home.