Max walk over to Agent 58's apartment to pick up a file. He rang the doorbell, but she didn't answer. Finding the door unlocked, he opened it and went in.
She wasn't immediately there. "Agent 58—Brigitte!," he called out.
He walked in and looked around. He came across a very shocking sight!:
There was a large canvass on the floor of the living room. And she was lying on top of it. She was covered in blood, as was the canvass!
"58—who did this to you?!"
He took a closer look at her. Her bare red-colored feet were on the side of the canvass. He knelt down and began tickling them.
She stirred!
"Max. What time is it?" She sounded tired.
He looked at his watch. "2:04PM."
"I was supposed to meet you at 2:00, wasn't I? I'm sorry."
"It's OK. Are you all right? I thought you were dead!"
"Oh, no, Max! Just asleep."
"Asleep?"
She got up. "It's a new series of painting I'm working on-'Sleep Paintings.' This one is in red." She looked at the canvass. "Turned out pretty well, I think. How about you, Max?"
He looked it over. One of your best works, Brigitte."
She smiled. "Thanks, Max! Oh, the file is in that drawer in the table, where the lamp is."
"Thank you."
He opened it and pulled out a Manila envelope.
"Max, did you really think I was dead?"
"Oh, no! Well, there was a moment when that thought crossed my mind, I'll admit."
She smiled. "You were worried about me!"
"Oh course. You're one of our best agents. I—er, we—wouldn't want to lose you."
She walked over and hugged him!
"Hey, you're getting red paint all over me!"
"Sorry about that, Max!"
He looked at himself. "Why do I ALWAYS end up covered in paint, whenever I see you?"
"Just lucky, I guess!"
