This is a continuation of Signs. Takes place several days later. 190 words.
Don't own him, but Dick Wolf does. So use him already!
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Maybe this is stupid.
I keep wondering about this girl I had talked to the other day. I can't get her out of my mind. She's always there, even as I sit here and relax in my apartment. Maybe it's because she's like me in so many ways. Maybe it's because I felt somewhat of a paternal twinge and on this job, it's not that hard to feel that type of feeling with people like her.
She needs guidance and yet she doesn't. I want to help her achieve her dream. I really do. She didn't say she didn't know anyone on the force and I am probably the closest one, friendship wise.
Maybe I should go back to that bus stop and branch out from there. Check on her. But what good will that do?
Ah, what the hell. If she feels the need to talk again, I hope she feels she can confide in me and she'll come back.
But why do I have this feeling I should go back to her neighborhood and look for her?
Should I save her? Should I even be thinking of her?