Some ways away from this disregarded spectacle, another tortured soul was staring out of a glazed window, but you could argue his predicament was much more fitting to the furrow in his brow and unkempt appearance due to the seriousness of the situation, clear to all spectators. Some ways away, sat a humble wooden desk, stacks of files and the corresponding papers scattered about the chipped surface. It was most probable they wouldn’t be sorted for a while, considering this particular case the man in question was inspecting proved to be one of the most difficult in his career working in the police force.

Also littered around the case files lay scraps from the Inspector’s personal notebook- one which despite the sensitive contents, he didn’t seem to have much care for. Most writings remained illegible, hurriedly written in a surge of knowledge or on a whim of realisation. They were so scribbled, in fact, the writer himself usually couldn’t recall his handwriting and furthermore, the information it wielded. Yet he still resolved to keep all ramblings from a present case, despite the complete inability to read them, presumably as the mere presence of some work and leads found in a burdensome trial, whether they be dead ends or indecipherable, must provide some comfort when later lost on all helpful thoughts.

A knock at the door brought the man out of his stunned reverie and across the room to permit entry to this visitor. Upon allowing entrance, however, the visitor rushed to call him out of his confinement and to the laboratory, as new evidence had supposedly been acquired and was currently undergoing analysis. He responded his affirmation to following him back there and with a final lingering glance back to the cluttered desk, hurried out of the room.

On the tense cab ride to the laboratory, the Inspector resolved to recount back what he knew so far of the case, in the unlikely hope that it would result in some missed lead to be discovered. It was also important to regularly recall his discoveries, else his thoughts could easily become a tangled mess worse than the physical one currently residing in his office, which was similarly full of scribbled notions and crumpled ideas. He was vaguely aware of his colleague rambling on about something beside him, but he had already decided long ago that nothing this verbose man could ever prattle on about for such an extended amount of time was worth listening to. After the team had reached their destination and found the assigned analyst, they were led to the supposed groundbreaking evidence being held in captivity.