I walk down the park trail with the Titan Communicator in my grasp.
Grumbling to myself.. .. …but trying to suppress it.
"Snkkkt—Raven, any luck?"
"No, Robin. I can't find Beast Boy. He's running on four green paws. I've only got two feet."
"Snkkkt—Keep searching! The only explanation for why he hasn't changed back to elfin form lies in him alone! Once we coax him out of whatever funk he's in, maybe then we can find out what he knows about the flying saucer."
"Yeah… …," I fidget in mid-walk "Um….Robin.. .. .about that, I have this sneaking feeling that Beast Boy is really—"
Wh-Whump! I accidentally bump into someone.
"Oomf!"
I drop the Communicator.
I brush myself off. "I-I'm terribly sorry," I drone. "I'm on an important investigation—And I-I guess I wasn't looking for where I was going….. .." I bend over to pick up my communicator….
… …but someone has already picked it up and is handing it towards me.
".. .. …," I blink. I glance up. "Uhm.. …" I take the communicator. "Th-Thank you, sir.. …"
He smiles. He performs a flurry of sign language.
I blink. "… … …Uhm.. .. …What?"
He holds a finger up. He pulls out an empty poker-card box and shrugs.
"Oh.. … ..Uhm…," I motion over my shoulder and across the park. "Melvin's Magic Shop. Two blocks down beyond the East Side. You can't miss it."
He smiles with a slight bow of his head. Two dark glints of sunlight. And he walks past me.
I re-grip my communicator.
I walk along.. … ..but pause…
I glance over my shoulder.
"… .. … … ….hmm.. … .."
"Raven? Raven, are you still there?"
"Silence is golden, Robin."
"What?"
I turn around and shrug my shoulders before marching.
"Take a clue."
Click!