Disclaimer: I do not own Sly Cooper.
Prologue: After It Happened
April 2nd, 2014
7: 16 p.m.
Location: Intensive ward for Noumarie Health Care Center
"Stare, that's all he does and why? I really can't tell you Inspector Fox," says Dr. Manchester; head psychiatrist of the Noumarie Health Care Center.
"You should've seen it doctor," replies the vixen cop, "His friends are just lying in a pool of their own blood. And what's he doing? He's kneeling in it; screaming one word over and over again."
"Jesus, what do you suppose happened to Mr. Cooper?"
Carmelita looks at Sly's doctor, and lets out a heavy sigh. "Well, I'm going back to my office and hopefully you can get him to come round."
"Cuckoo-cuckoo. Cuckoo-cuckoo," the raccoon says within seconds of Ms. Fox's words.
"That's new, is that the word?" the doctor asks while writing something down on his little note pad.
"Yes, and why does he do it? I really can't tell you because I didn't show up until much later…"