The blue light faded around him, but as his senses returned, he realized there was a lingering blue light. It was much deeper blue, and it was flashing. Sam looked around, and noticed it was dark, save for the flashing blue light. He looked in his hand, and he saw that he was holding what appeared to be a traffic ticket book. He tugged on his light gray shirt and looked down. "Milton Police," he read off the badge. He read the brass name plate on the right side of his shirt, "Thompson." At the age of four, he had taught himself to read upside down. That talent annoyed some people, but it came in very handy at times. He looked back at the ticket book to see that it had been filled out, except for the signature of the driver. He approached the other vehicle, and handed the driver her license.
"Ms. Davis, I've written you a ticket for..." His eyes quickly scanned the ticket for the offense. "...Speeding. Fifty-six in a twenty-five? Um, thirty-one miles per hour over the posted speed limit. I need you to sign here, please." He realized he was holding a pen in his left hand, and he handed her the pen with the ticket book. It was then that he noticed she had unbuttoned her blouse, and she was batting her eyes at him. Sam turned bright red as his "choir boy" instincts took over, and he quickly averted his eyes, saying, "Oh, boy!"