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|\-~{O.C.}~-/|

I walked into a warm building, which was a difference from the frozen air outside.

'It's freezin'!' I thought to myself, 'Even in February, t' cold never seems ter give up!'

I walked through the lobby and up to the entrance desk. The man sitting there, looked up, and asked, "Hello miss, do you need anything?"

"Do ya know where t' London's New Scotland Yard Serious Classified- Ugh! Sorry!" I paused, then tried again, "Do you know where t' London's New Scotland Yard Serious Crime Division Classified Investigation-"

"You can say the Mystery Room if you want." The man interrupted, seeming to know what I was trying to say.

The man smiled, and said, "They are busy doing something right now. Do you want to come back later?"

"I'm a very important client, and I need ter ask them a favour right now. Can ya just tell me where it is?" I persisted; quietly, but strongly.

The man sighed, then answered "Up the stairs, the last door to the left."

As I turned and walked away, he called to me saying "Just sit and wait until they come back!"

I followed the man's directions, and came across a door, which was a flat surface except for a shiny brass knob, and a metal plate, saying, "London's New Scotland Yard Serious Crime Division Classified Investigation Agency Headquarters"

'Wow! Wot a tongue twister!"

I twisted the knob, then stepped into the room.

T' Mystery Room was a tiny place, wit' clutter everywhere, and stacks of newspapers on the desk, on the chairs, and on the floor. I sat on one of the empty chairs, not wantin' ter stand all day, and waited.

|\-~{L.B.}~-/|

"It was all their fault, It was all their fault... All their fault, their fault..."

I walked out of interrogation, a bit down in the dumps. T' man we just interrogated were named Marcos Bivins, a man turned killer because of t' recent 'omicide of his late daughter, and son. 'e killed 2 men; Devin Lasseter, and Keegan Codrington, believing they were t' one 'oo killed 'is children. But sadly, that wasn't t' case. Earlier today, someone caught t' killer, and 'e confessed ter killin' them. Even Potty Prof couldn't say anythin' after t' man broke down.

"Ya want t' grab a bite ter eat at Cornerstone Cafel" I asked Prof, tryin' to lighten the mood.

"Of course Lucy," Prof replied, "Let me just grab some stuff and we will be on our way."

"Okay!" I said, already regaining my cheerful mood.

As we walked back, I started ter 'um "I'm Yours" by Jason Mraz. As I were hummin', I thought about wot 'as happened after t' incident at Forbodium. It's been 4 months since then, and t' Prof has been acting kind of strange. He's been starin' at me a lot, randomly switchin' from Potty ter Placid, even when there is no criminal 'round, and 'as been very... "protective" 'round criminals. 'e won't let me go near them, or let them touch me! I mean, come on! I'm a strong, brave, and confident woman, and I don't need ter be protected 'round sum imbecile, I can fend for myself!

As I entered t' room, I saw a someone sittin' on one of t' foldin' chairs. As I looked closer, I saw a slender face, long brown hair, and a small necklace with t' letters R and P.

As I squeaked in surprise, the familiar face smirked and stood up.

"Nice ter see ya 'gain, Luce."

-\~{A.N.}~/-

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(P.S: Should I use the Yorkshire accent only during the dialogue?)

Wishing you pleasant dreams,

~DreamMiss