"It seems that you are awake, Sir,"
It was a high pitched, squeaky voice. And it was below my bed.
My doctor was a small grey mouse. He was well dressed, in white hospital equipment, including a pair of black glasses. He had a name tag that was a third of his overall size reading "Chad Peter Camembert".
"Where's Judy? Where's Nick?" I asked Chad immediately. I had to know where my partners were. I had grown a fond to them, their quirky personality combined with Nick's sarcasm helping nurture my relationship.
"The fox and the hare?"
"She's a rabbit."
"I was never good at Zoology. Aiding people, better. They're over there in beds 203 and 204. Just mind your lower paw injuries."
I had a twisted ankle from when my foot had hit the floor at an angle. Other than that, no big deal.
Hastily, I limped to the beds.
Nick was connected to a blood machine, providing circulation for the puddle of blood he had lost. Judy was doing better, but had a broken arm and needed to use a support to stand up properly. Nick needed to stay longer before his injuries could recover.
Me and Judy talked to the doctor about what we had experienced last night, about the case and Mich and Dann and the book. The book had been found: as a pile of split papers. The ZPD had done their very best to recollect the remains, and the paper was now sitting underneath the ZPD archives, where it would never be touched for a decade or so.
Thing is, it wasn't needed.
Sneaky_Wing (remember him?) had just hacked through the ZPD systems a couple hours ago, and his post was currently on the trending page of the entire internet. People weren't going to notice me now, but in a day, they would swarm the building.
I didn't know it, but the internet was going to make me famous.