Dwight sat quietly at the kitchen table opposite of Chief Wilcott staring at the white trim on the wall to his right. His right leg nervously bounced up and down, jiggling the table slightly though the chief didn't mind.

Leaning back in his chair with his arms loosely crossed he took in the young man before him. His hair was disheveled and sweat still clung to his forehead from that morning's scuffle. His theory seemed to ring true as the boy still refused to look at him but continued along with the nervous tick. Fidgeting like that can be a form of anxiety or stress being released.

"Here you go, Honey."

Mrs. Fairfield entered the scene and placed a grilled cheese sandwich followed by a cup of orange juice in front of Dwight, drawing is attention. When was the last time he ate?

"Adam, would you like a cup of coffee?"

Wilcott raised his head with a look of curiosity plastered on his face. "If it would be no trouble."

"Oh no trouble at all. I already have a pot ready."

After Sherry turned around to retrieve a mug from the cupboard his gaze returned to Dwight who's eyes were locked on the sandwich. A look of contemplation grazed his features as he appeared to be deciding whether or not he should eat it.

In a caring tone Wilcott answered his imaginary question. "Hey. You can eat, boy."

With a muttered 'm'kay' he grabbed the grilled cheese and began to gnaw at it, seemingly relaxing as he did so. Each bite he took was savoured; he hadn't had food in forever let alone grilled cheese.

The clink of the ceramic cup on the table drew Wilcott's attention away from Dwight and back to Sherry. He thanked her with a warm smile and she made to exit the kitchen looking back before she crossed the threshold.

"We'll be in the family room if you need anything."

Chief Wilcott gave a nod, though the statement was more directed towards Dwight, as she disappeared around the corner.

Letting out a sigh he picked up his mug and took a sip of the rich liquid returning to his analysis of the young man. The Chief watched as his subject slowly picked up his orange juice and downed about half of it. Wilcott pondered his approach on how to go about questioning a possible sexual assault victim. Asking about the basics should be an okay place to start.

"Alright..." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small police notebook and a ballpoint pen. "When was the last time you saw your parents?"

Dwight channeled his attention into swirling his juice around in his cup. "Um my mom was...two and a half years ago and my dad...was three." He still refused to look at the older man.

Seemed like the boy's visitations to his parents dropped off about six months before he went missing; perhaps there was a clue in that.

"So for six months you didn't have any contact with your parents before...you were recorded as missing?"

Giving a heavy sigh Dwight placed his object of fixation on the table, "I-I was in a rough place and we weren't exactly having the best relationship at the time."

"Could you better describe your complications?"

The Chief's question was returned with a long moment of silence. It appeared he wasn't going to get an explanation. Licking his lips Wilcott attempted to move on when Dwight spoke up.

"Questioning life a-and the meaning of it...resulted in me lashing out and cutting off ties. I'm a loser...and there was no reason for me to exist."

"Was? Hope that means ya changed you're mind." He continued to jot down notes in his chicken scratch handwriting as the young man responded.

"Uh...yeah. Yeah."

Adam tossed him am unconvinced glare and muttered a 'You better have' under his breath. Shifting his weight in the wooden chair he proceeded in his questioning.

"With such a shaky relationship why did you decide to go to your parent's house last night? Why didn't you go to the police?"

For the first time during the whole conversation Dwight finally made eye contact, looking away immediately afterwards.

"Thought it would be the...safest place. I-I couldn't exactly go to my apartment, now could I."

"True."

The way that the young man attempted to add some comedy to his response was curious. He was avoiding something; trying to change the subject. If Wilcott wanted to get some answers he'd have to ask something more direct. Preparing for the worse he let out a shaky sigh. "Dwight, what happened those two years you were reported as missing?"

The man in question froze in place, the stress plainly visible on his features. He clenched his jaw under the intense stare of the police chief.

"I...I really don't want to talk about it." Pain could be heard in his reply.

A feeling of sympathy rushed through Chief Wilcott stirring up his emotions on the inside. This man had been gone for two years yet still managed to answer a fair chunk of his questions. He respected the amount of integrity that Dwight held. The notes he had were enough for now. Placing the small police issued notebook on the table he once again returned to drinking his coffee.

"It's okay, boy. This is enough for now. You can go."

Giving a hum of recognition Dwight placed his plate in the kitchen sink and left with his orange juice. Wilcott stood shortly after the young man left returning his pen and notebook to his pocket and leaving for the living room.

Dwight didn't really provide that much insight on his predicament other that the fact that he was suicidal. Being in such a mind state perhaps he believed that he was deserving of the accident which could result in him holding back information. Wilcott wouldn't be able to know for sure until the boy calmed down and hopefully provide some answers to his remaining questions.

Upon entering the living room the Chief was greeted with the worried faces of the two Fairfields.

"So, Adam, how did it go?"

Giving off a sigh Wilcott tried to formulate a response in his head while rubbing his chin. "He's showing signs of cooperation but refuses to talk about those two years. Perhaps with a bit more time we could get some more out of him. He also talked about before the accident when you apparently weren't having the best relationship."

Keith looked away from the officer ashamed while Sherry gave a concerned stare. "Yes about six months before he just...stopped taking to me. He tried to push me away as best as he could and I didn't know why. We had always been so close."

Wilcott gave a small frown. "Well, Mrs. Fairfield, apparently during this time your son was...suicidal."

Gasps from both parents filled the room as Keith directed his attention back to the Chief. Upset that his son would ever even dare to do such a thing Mr. Fairfield shot back an angered filled question.

"And did he say why he would do such a ridiculously stupid thing?"

Raising his voice slightly to challenge the fathers the Chief made a quick reply.

"Questioning his self worth." At those words Keith's back straightened and guilt plagued his face. "Ya know anything about that?"

"I-it wasn't my fault! Sure I didn't pay attention to him that much when he was younger and shamed him a bit but I didn't know it would turn him to suicide! I was just trying to toughen the boy up." He retorted, quick to defend his involvement.

"Mr. Fairfield, your son is awfully skittish around you. Perhaps that's why. Ya can't change the past so maybe ya could try and improve your relationship now." His suggestion was met with silence but he knew that the man understood. "I'd like for him to go see a psychiatrist. I know a great doctor who's dealt with cases like these. It'll help him work through the traumatic events and maybe even open up to us about what happened."

Mrs. Fairfield understandingly shook her head. "Yes. Definitely. Um...wh-what is there name?"

"It's-"

Wilcott was cut short as he noticed Dwight standing in the entryway. Giving a little cough he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. In a hushed tone he told her he'd give her the doctor's information later. All eyes on the room focused on Dwight as he shifted from foot to foot.

"Hey, Honey. What's up?" Sherry tried to hide her worry with a sweet smile on her lips, Dwight noticed this but didn't take heed.

"C-could...do you think..." Sentences were so hard to formulate when so many thoughts were running through someone's head. "Could we go to the mall...for some clothes?"

Dwight knew that he was going to immediately regret asking when he got there and met the stares of other people but he just had to get his mind off of all this. It was just so emotionally draining and a break from it all was greatly needed. Also he would prefer not having to wear the same articles of clothes day after day.

A genuine smile graced his mother's lips even though his request took everyone in the room by surprise. "Oh! Sure thing. I'll just go grab my purse."