As I felt like there was nothing productive I could do with my time, I decided to have a walk around the city with Sophie. When she asked me why I told her there wasn't a reason but I was secretly hoping I would run into Mary as I have on so many aimless strolls. "Don't you love it?" She asked surprisingly happy.

"Love what?"

"Everything. This city just seems so alive, the streets are nearly always busy so you never run out of people to talk to." I try to avoid talking to people I don't know; less danger.

"But anyway," she continued, "All this time has been about me, but that's not why I came here. I have enough people who want to talk about me back home. So, other than all the depressing stuff, is there anything new?"

"No, not really, I've been going through a rough patch, but I'm sure it will be over soon," I said recognizing that I was being both depressing and hopeful. "Did you talk to our grandfather? He sent me a letter a few weeks ago talking about how he owed some people money."

"Yes, I spoke to him last week and he did mention how he needed money for an experiment." To the best of my knowledge, my grandfather is more like my sister than I would like to admit, although he was not as powerful and spent most of his remaining days trying to find a cure. The disease was eating him from the inside. "Did he mention who he owed money to? If he did I could help pay, and I would expect you to."

"Why would I help him find a cure, I love this." Her arms were stretched out as far as she could reach and she was drawing attention to herself. "Where are we going?" I had not told her though I don't know why "I'm going to pick up a report from work then go home to look into it." The file I was talking about was the one about Mary. I was planning to use some of the killing locations to try to find her before it's too late. The walk felt like it had taken two hours, but it only took half an hour. "It's your day off, why are you working?"

"My wife is still out there I was hoping some of the case files would help me find where she is likely to be." As we walked down the street listening to the sound of surrounding footsteps, we made it to the station.

It was with cold stares we walked past everyone. There were many people within the crowd that I knew, but despite the many years I had worked there, I still don't know most of the people I work with. There was one face that stood out most, Percival and not in a good way. He looked as bad as Harry in his last moments but walked and ran like there was a fire. "I didn't expect you to be here for a long time, let alone with, company." Then he turned to face Sophie and said, "Any friend of Rory's is a friend of mine. Welcome to the station young Sophie Turner." There were a few people who knew about her and her connection with me. One of them, Harry who was dead, the second was Mary, but I didn't know where she was, and the last was standing right in front of us. They knew nothing about her age though. I told Percival, "I'm here to pick up the case file we were talking about earlier." He gave a silent nod, trying to hide any suspicious activities from sight. Sophie had a part-time job as a private investigator, sure she wasn't hired much but when she was on the case, it was solved within a few days. "How's work?"

"The people are still too afraid to talk to me, most of my clients are drunks looking for lost relatives, but they pay well so I live." My intention was to get the file and leave, but many of the people I did know had questions about Sophie and why she was a secret. Those, however, were questions I did not have much time to answer, so I paraphrased only saying her job and the fact that she was my sister before dashing out the door holding tightly around her wrist. "Your work is a bit dull."