It was Halloween Night, and the city of Detroit was brimming with energy as trick-or-treaters roamed the streets in search of their candy, and more mature partygoers met up with their friends and family to celebrate the night with their own version of treats. An eclectic and eccentric range of costumes filled the city as those who were out to celebrate the annual holiday made sure to celebrate in style! The costumed citizens meshed well with all of the glowing Jack-O-Lanterns, orange and purple string lights, decorative bales of hay, spooky cutouts and hanging props, and the overall haunting atmosphere created by the decorations hanging from virtually every window, porch and stoop in Detroit.

While a majority of the city were out and about in search of fun and a few choice frights, the city's first responders were given their assignments and set about keeping an eye on Detroit to ensure its people were safe during the festive night. For a majority of the police officers and firefighters working in every city in the nation on Halloween night, they found the holiday to be somewhat of a nuisance and one of their least favorite nights of the year to be scheduled to work.

"Fuckin' hell." Hank swore as he drove the Oldsmobile through the city and reached the outer perimeter without a costumed fool drunkenly staggering in front of him or puking on the side of the passing vehicle. The man hadn't enjoyed Halloween since he had lost his only son Cole four years prior. "I hate Halloween."

"We can always return to the precinct." Connor suggested in a helpful manner as he peered out his side window and took in the sight of the festivities happening all around him. It was the deviant detective's first Halloween since his deviation, and he wasn't quite sure of what to expect. "Or you can claim that you're feeling unwell, and we can just return home early."

"That won't work, Fowler never lets anyone get Halloween night off once they're on the schedule." Glancing at his partner beside him Hank sighed and then shook his head at the way Connor was currently dressed. He was glad that the deviant was sticking to his usual uniform of the gray CyberLife blazer over a white dress shirt and some dark jeans, but seeing him wearing anything else was still unusual. "What the fuck are you supposed to be again?"

"I'm dressed as college fraternity member." The thick, dark purple hoodie with the Sigma Pi Fraternity emblem and the matching purple ballcap really helped Connor appear human. Anyone passing by would assume that he was a college student looking for fun that Halloween night. "I was given this attire after it was deposited in the precinct's 'Lost & Found' bin."

"Why in the fuck are you dressed like that?"

"It was Tina's suggestion." As he answered Connor heard the soft 'Oh' muttered under Hank's breath. "I had asked her for advice on work appropriate costumes that I could wear that would be frightening without crossing the line into gore or monstrous attire. She told me that the most terrifying 'PG' costume that any member of the police force could encounter is, and I'm quoting her, is: 'an unaccompanied frat-boy skulking the streets on Halloween night'."

"Well, she's not wrong about that." Turning along the intersection Hank looked out at the dark water of Lake St. Clair connecting to the Detroit River and to the glowing structure of New Jericho Tower residing out on the privacy of Belle Isle. "Why'd you go to her for advice on Halloween costumes?"

"Tina loves Halloween." The reply was as sincere as it was innocent. "Also, I had correctly assumed that you dislike Halloween and wouldn't want to discuss it."

"It's not that I actually dislike Halloween, I just..." Trailing off for a moment Hank took in a deep breath and decided to make steps to stop holding his emotions inside whether they'd fester like a wound in his heart. "I miss Cole. I hate seeing more and more holidays pass without him having the chance to celebrate them, you know."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"Don't be sorry, besides, I'M the one who asked about your costume." As the Oldsmobile slowly drove alongside the water and drew closer to the isle Hank sighed and motioned to the glowing tower as he continued to open up to his deviant partner and friend. "Halloween was his favorite night. We'd watch so many horror movies and stay up so late watching the monster-movie-thons that I was certain he'd end up with nightmares for the rest of his childhood. But, suprisingly enough, the bad dreams rarely ever bothered him, and he was just so excited to watch the next scary movie with me. He said the best part of Halloween was finding all the ghosts and monsters in the city and showing them how brave he was for never getting scared."

"It seems like he'd want you to keep enjoying Halloween just as he would."

"Yeah, I know. It's just not the same with him." Hank's eyes never left the isle as he shared his story and helped Connor understand his mindset a little easier. "The last Halloween we had together, I had promised him that I'd take him out to explore a 'real' haunted place right here in Detroit. I figured that if he could watch all those scary movies full of blood, guts, violence and all that other jazz without any problems, then letting him learn more about Detroit's history in a fun and scary manner would be a real treat for the both of us. Then the accident happened..."

Connor heard the emotion in Hank's voice as the man tried to keep his composure while speaking. "Hank?"

"The accident happened just... three weeks before that special Halloween was supposed to happen. He never got to have that special Halloween that I promised him."

"And you feel like you were deprived of a special bonding moment with Cole."

"It's not a feeling, kid. It's reality." Steadily Hank pulled the Oldsmobile to the side of the road as they approached the main drive leading out to Belle Isle and the glowing tower of New Jericho in the distance. "Before CyberLife bought Belle Isle, people used to take haunted tours out there and hear the story of 'The Lady in White' and learn of Detroit's past. I was going to take Cole out there myself and explore the areas of the isle that weren't lined with security cameras."

"Who is 'The Lady in White'?" Connor asked sincerely as he found himself at a loss regarding that particular urban legend. The curious deviant preferred to learn about his world through firsthand experience and personal growth, and hadn't delved too deeply into human myths or legends to keep his mind open to new knowledge and unbiased understanding. "I am unfamiliar with such an entity."

"Seriously?" Hank found it hard to believe that Connor, of all the people he knew, wasn't familiar with such a story. Connor was born on that isle and the rest of the deviants currently called it their home. "How in the fuck do I know something that you don't?"

"Because you were born and raised in Detroit, whereas I'm only aware of what's happened in Detroit through cybernetic downloads of confirmed and cited information widely available on the internet. And as you know, it's unwise to believe everything you read online."

"What DO you know about the history of Belle Isle?"

"I know that Belle Isle is 982-acre island located on the Detroit River that was purchased by the state of Michigan in 2013, and was then purchased by Elijah Kamski-"

"Not the- Know what?" Hearing such an analytical response without any character or flare was enough to sour mood. "Nevermind."

"I am interested in learning more about the isle." Connor insisted as he tried to save the moment and keep Hank's mind in a part place emotionally. "And I'm certain that there are things about the isle that I cannot learn from any cited source online but is still credible if you tell me what you know about the isle due to your lifetime of knowledge and experience as a native Detroiter."

"Uh-huh, sure." Hank was certain that Connor was just trying to butter him up and get on his good side, but another part of him truly believed that Connor wanted to know about the story of 'The Lady in White' according to Detroit's urban legends. "Do you really want to know the story?"

"I do. I want to know more about myths, legends and urban legends that humans around the world all seem to share."

"All right, kid. It's like this..." Pulling the Oldsmobile down the drive leading out to New Jericho, Hank took in a deep breath and prepared to tell Connor the story as he had been told all those years ago when he was still a child. "According to Native American legends, Chief Sleeping Bear of the Ottawa Tribe had a beautiful daughter that was constantly being pursued by less-than-ideal suitors. To protect her, the Chief wrapped his daughter up in a blanket and sent her down what is now the Detroit River hoping to keep her safe."

"That is... an interesting way to protect someone you love."

"Wait, it gets better." Continuing the story Hank kept the Oldsmobile at a steady pace and kept glancing out at the expanse of untouched grassy land that ran alongside the tower in the distance. "The winds blew her off course and she was kidnapped, but, as fate would have it, the winds would win her back from those horrible people and return her to her father where she belonged."

"That was very fortunate."

"The Chief then then put her out here on Belle Isle, which was then known as 'Rattlesnake Isle', and asked the Great Spirits watching over the land to protect her and even grant her eternal life. Legend has it, the Great Spirits upheld the request and put snakes on the isle to protect her, and the rest is history."

Such an illogical and unscientific story left the always logical deviant thoroughly confused. "...It is?"

"Yup. People have claimed to have seen the spirit of 'The Lady in White', sometimes known as 'The Rattlesnake Goddess', roaming the isle at night. Well, her and the other ghosts from the old bootleggers who used to hide out here in the 1920's during the Prohibition Era, and the other lost souls who apparently haunt the place." As the Oldsmobile reached the end of the drive Hank gave Connor an awkward head tilt as he shifted the car into park. "This is unfortunately a pretty popular suicide spot. Lots of bodies have been found washed ashore and seeing that type of ending to a person with my own eyes was a crudely effective way to keep me from following suit myself."

"That is a very interesting and upsetting story to know."

"Nah, it's interesting and supernatural." Stepping out of the Oldsmobile Hank made sure the car's headlights were illuminating the opened grassy area of the isle as he gave Connor a sly look the moment Connor also stepped out of the car to join him. "They say that her spirits appears as a lady bathed all in white or as a white doe. I haven't seen her myself, but I know a few people who have."

"Such as whom?"

"Ben for one. Gavin said he got spooked once when he came out here back when he was a rookie. And Tina's old partner, Robert Lewis, swore he saw a solid white deer running around out here when he was on patrol about five or six years ago, even though all the white fallow deer that used to roam the isle were removed and put into the zoo back in 2022."

"I cannot argue with the word of three different police officers who have reputations of being serious and professional at all times."

"Me neither. Especially since when I was a rookie, I ran into something far more unsettling, and far more creepy when I went on patrol here one night."

Connor was thoroughly intrigued and wanted to know what Hank had seen. "What did you see out here? Was it a spirit?"

"Maybe. Over on Tanglewood Street, there's another spectral deity covered in white. We have 'The Lady in White', our Native American beauty who is peacefully protecting the isle, and we have 'The Woman in White' over on the Tanglewood Bridge. This ghost is seen often at the bridge along that very street at night."

"Who is she?"

"Don't know her name or her origins. Those who have seen her claim that a woman wearing all white with a withered, decaying body, sunken eyes, boney limbs and gaunt features, tries to lure people out into the nearby woods. Legend also has it..." Reaching his hand inside the car through his opened door Hank pressed his palm down on the center of the steering wheel and honked the horn three times with a loud blare that made Connor jump. "If you park your car and honk your horn three times, you can summon her."

"Legend or not, why would you do that?"

"Scared?"

"No!" Connor replied almost too quickly as he tried to sound more confident than he felt. "It's just unwise to test something you cannot fully predict the nature of."

"Maybe you should ask for a few shifts over at the McGraw Station." Hank couldn't stop himself from teasing the innocent deviant as he continued to look out into the grass illuminated by the headlights as if waiting for someone to appear. "Apparently, the 6th precinct is notoriously haunted, and cops see shit there every damn day."

"That is wholly unnecessary."

The honking horn and bright headlights had drawn the attention of Markus and prompted the deviant leader to leave the tower and check on the two always welcome visitors out at the isle. "Connor? Lieutenant? Is something wrong?"

"Markus, I apologize if we disturbed you." Connor turned to give his friend a truly embarrassed look. "We are on patrol."

"Is someone here?" Glancing about Markus ran a scan over the area but didn't detect and life signs that didn't already belong to his allies. "I heard the car horn."

Hank replied to the question in a playfully sinister manner as he overheard what Markus had just asked. "Someone might be around. We just may not be able to see them."

"What does that mean?"

Connor spoke up quickly to keep Hank from making his friend too worried about an imaginary threat. "It means that Hank is trying to determine whether or not there are truly spirits roaming around the isle."

"Spirits?" An amused smile appeared on Markus's face as he looked out at the grass and confirmed that he knew what Hank was referring to without even having to ask about it. "See any ladies in white yet?"

Connor gave his friend a stunned look since he didn't expect Markus to know anything about the legends from the isle either. "What do you know of the rumored spirits in white?"

"Only what Carl told me. He liked to come here and tour the isle on warm days to help inspire his art." Pointing to the distance Markus grinned and directed Connor's attention elsewhere. "He told me about the ghosts and even challenged me to walk across the bridge once at night to see if I could see someone. I guess he wanted to know if ghosts, spirits and lost souls were visible only to human eyes or if everyone could see them."

"Did you see something unusual?"

"Nothing I can so for certain was connected to any spiritual activity, but I did get a strange sense that someone was always watching me whenever I crossed the bridge with Carl."

"How so?" Connor was thoroughly intrigued with the two mythical beings and their legends. "How did it 'feel' to have someone watching you?"

"It's hard to explain, but it was like I could feel their eyes watching my every move and waiting for me to do something or go somewhere special. I imagine if it was possible that my hair would've stood on end whenever that feeling hit me."

"Interesting."

Hank let out a small laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded in the direction of the shining headlights. "Wanna' go check it out for yourself? I haven't been down that bridge in years."

"I don't see why not. We're already here." Connor accepted the offer as he stepped forward and looked back at Markus beside the car. "Markus, want to join us?"

"Sure." The fearless deviant leader joined Connor as his friend began walking toward the grassy opening to investigate the area for himself. "I haven't gone anywhere or done anything fun on Halloween yet."

Without losing his cheesy grin Hank accompanied the two deviants as the curious trio began looking for any signs of ghosts or other supernatural activity taking place on that famous night of mythical wonders. There weren't any emergencies that required Hank or Connor's immediate attention, and there was no harm in taking a look around the isle since there was always a chance that a few other people might be checking out the myths and legends at that very moment. It would actually be a wise precaution to check out the area and make sure no one was getting into trouble before going back out on patrol.

Or at least that's how Hank silently justified his current decision to himself as he walked with Connor and Markus around the enigmatic isle.

The trio were silent as they walked about the grassy area and kept their eyes peeled for any sign of women clad in all white. It was a peaceful stroll that allowed the group to listen to the gentle breeze and the distant lapping of the waves along the shoreline. The isle was far enough away from the city to keep the monotonous droning of the pacing traffic and celebrating voices from ruining the tranquil scene.

As the group reached the infamous bridge where one of the spectral entities was said to haunt, Connor ran a scan and tried to locate anything that could potentially result in people mistaking someone entirely explainable as something supernatural. The logical deviant was always seeking an answer to every question that could possibly be asked as his desire to solve mysteries and uncover truths motivated him through his life as the world's first deviant detective.

"Do you deviants even believe in an afterlife?" Hank asked seemingly out of nowhere as he looked at the bridge just coming into view. His memories of his past strange encounter seemed vivid enough to have happened just the day before. "I know you guys have that 'RA9' deity, but do you believe in souls or spirits? That type of thing?"

"Some of us do." Connor confirmed as he scanned the area and continued to keep on alert for anything interesting that could help explain the unusual behavior and reported sightings. "Just like humans, some deviants have stronger faith than others and some have none at all. I fall into the latter category."

Markus chimed in with his own opinion just as they set foot on the bridge together to look for the mythical spirit. "I'm not quite sure what I believe yet. I need more experience before I make such an interesting decision in regard to my personal beliefs."

"Whatever you do end up believing in, if anything at all," Hank cautioned from his own years of experience in the world. "keep your mind open. You never what you can stumble across ten, fifty or even a hundred years down the line that could result in you gaining a new insight and concept of the world around you."

Connor couldn't help but agree with Hank's advice since he knew that the senior detective was never one to steer anyone wrong. The kind man had made a fairly impressive recovery with both his health and his reputation in the year since the Revolution. It seemed when the world began to change for the better Hank decided to change along with it.

"This is the spot." The Lieutenant had led Connor and Markus to the exact location he had been standing when he had his first supernatural encounter. "I was standing right here when I saw a woman in white standing at the end of the bridge over there."

Connor and Markus both looked to the spot where Hank was pointing and approached it slowly.

"She didn't say anything, and she didn't give me any violent vibes, but she did have something bizarre about her that I can't explain even to this day."

"Curious..." Crouching down Connor scanned the bridge more directly and noticed a few faded shoeprints confirming that people had been roaming the area within the past twenty-four hours. All the more interesting was the fact that shoeprints seemed to be a woman's low heel shoe. "Markus, who has roamed this bridge recently?"

"No one. Ever since Kamski bought the isle back in 2018 no one has been able to roam the area on foot or in a car without one of the hundreds of security cameras spotting them." The deviant leader explained as he crossed his arms over his chest as if suddenly cold. "It's impossible for anyone to make it down the drive without us noticing."

"There are shoeprints from a woman's shoe that are less than one day old." Straightening up Connor gave Markus an intrigued glance before looking back at Hank still standing on the opposite side of the bridge. "Someone had in fact been walking along this bridge very recently."

"Not possible." Markus countered as if trying to bust Connor in some kind of lie. "We would've seen someone walking along the bridge."

Hank put his hands in his pockets as he casually strolled down the bridge and looked about the area with bright blue eyes taking in the rarely seen environment thriving all around him. "Maybe there's someone who knows this isle better than even you do, Markus. Maybe someone who's roamed this place long before either of you were even created."

"It's going to take more than that to scare us." Fearless as ever Markus defied Hank's attempt to frighten the two deviants. "We survived an entire Revolution and faced down the U.S. military."

"What makes you think I'm trying to scare you? I'm just throwing a few ideas out there..." A sly grin graced his lips as he feigned innocence. "What you do with them and how you interpret them is entirely up to you."

A loud 'snapping' sound just under the bridge made the trio peer over the edge of the bridge to the water below. It seemed odd that they'd hear such a sound coming from beneath the bridge since by all account no one should've been down there and able to disturb anything.

"What was that?" Hank asked in a low voice as he kept vigilant for any sign of movement. "Sounded like a branch breaking."

"Correct." Connor agreed with Hank's assessment as he deduced the source of the unexpected sound. "It seems someone has stepped on a branch."

"An animal?"

"Possibly. However, there are very few animals still residing on the isle that could break a branch in such a way."

Markus knew the isle better than his friends and pointed out another interesting detail. "The lack of walkable ground beneath the bridge would also make the ability to break a branch very unlikely."

"Perhaps a tree root had grown beneath the bridge and snapped after suffering from extreme age or disease."

"Maybe."

Before Hank could say anything he noticed Connor pressing his fingertips to his blank right temple as his eyes sporadically blinked in rapid succession. "Ah, crap. What is it, son?"

"We have a case." Connor confirmed as he lowered his hand and gave Hank a disappointed look. "Captain Fowler needs us to respond."

"Perfect timing..."

Markus almost seemed relieved as he walked alongside the two detectives to return to the Oldsmobile. "Hopefully you don't need to deal with any ghouls or goblins while on patrol tonight."

"No, worse." Hank sighed as he rubbed his hand along the back of his tense neck. "We need to deal with drunks wearing the least flattering and imaginative designs that any novelty costume store could legally put on the shelves."

Connor wasn't looking forward to dealing with disruptive and potential combative drunks, but he wasn't exactly disappointed that his little ghost hunt was cut short by a new assignment from the precinct. There was something undoubtedly unsettling with the area even if Connor couldn't fully identify the source of the discomfort. It was like there were eyes watching his every move from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time.

"Let's head back." Opening up the driver's side door again Hank waved to Markus as the deviant leader began making his way back to the tower for the night. "See ya' around, Markus. Watch the tower tonight, you don't want any vandals targeting this place for a twisted version of 'fun'."

"Don't worry," undeterred by the night's possible activities Markus gave his two friends a small wave before returning to New Jericho Tower for the night. "I'll keep my eyes peeled."

Ducking down to return to his seat inside the Oldsmobile Connor fastened his seatbelt and cybernetically confirmed with dispatch that he and Hank were actively returning to the city to respond to their new assignment. As the deviant sent out the message and readjusted his posture where he sat he could've sworn that he had seen a flash of white movement from the corner of his eye. Peering through his side window Connor scanned the area and tried to locate the source of the motion but found the immediate area entirely still and void of any life.

"Kid?" Hank saw the way Connor was suddenly on alert and glancing about the property. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing." Connor hesitated to reply as his scanners confirmed that there was no one roaming the isle unauthorized. "My vision momentarily glitched."

"Need to see a technician?"

"No, the error has already remedied itself." Casually Connor returned his focus to the windshield before him while Hank backed up the large car and then pulled forward to get back down the drive to the city. "I'm all right."

The seasoned Lieutenant knew that Connor was lying about something bothering him. He wasn't quite sure what was really on the deviant's mind, but he chose to not push the matter. There was enough eerie tension in the air already, why ruin Connor's first Halloween by intentionally freaking him out?

Parties were raging throughout Detroit as everyone who had been given the night off lived it up as much as they could for as long as they could before returning to their normal work lives the next morning. As the parties began to reach their peaks and the partygoers began to feel the effects of their alcohol-fueled discretions many complaints of people being too loud, stumbling around in the streets and getting into fights began to pour in. It seemed every drunk-tank in the city was filled to the brim with costumed drunks who were slurring their words and stumbling over themselves while sobbing like little babies as they tried to plead innocence. Being covered in their own vomit then promptly falling asleep made it very easy for the arresting officers to make the charges stick.

With a heavy sigh Hank finished wiping down the front of his coat after one of the lovely drunks tried to 'share' some of his beer with the annoyed man and, then proceeded to motion for Connor to accompany him as they clocked-out to return home. It was nearing midnight and time for the unlucky graveyard shift to clock-in and begin babysitting the drunks while keeping track of the costumed citizens trying to enjoy Halloween for as long as possible.

"I'll take trying to get melted chocolate out of my clothes or sticky bubblegum out of a little boy's hair over drunken idiots ANY day of the year!"

"I suspect that I feel the same as you." Connor stated as he took Hank's coat from the man and proceeded to scan over it. The material could be salvaged but it would need to be washed numerous times before anyone would feel comfortable wearing it again. "Perhaps we can request next Halloween off and potentially leave the city for the night."

"Leave the city?" The Lieutenant unlocked the doors to the Oldsmobile and found Connor's comment a little strange. "Like, go and hide from the partygoers?"

"More like find a place full of peace and quiet. The cabin in the forest would be ideal."

"Huh. I thought you'd like Halloween stuff more than this."

"I don't like it, nor do I dislike it." The deviant detective clarified as Hank pulled the car out of the parking garage and onto the candy covered street. "I just don't think it's a holiday that I'd want to celebrate again. Seeing people making fools of themselves and overindulging all because of a date on the calendar seems too illogical to be deemed acceptable."

"Didn't find going out into the city fun, huh?"

"I'm not sure." Removing his ballcap Connor placed it on the backseat alongside Hank's coat, then removed his hoodie to sit in just his white dress shirt and black tie during the drive back to the house. "We didn't do anything that would be considered a 'Halloween tradition'. I may have dressed up, but it wasn't an effective costume."

"Tradition?" Hank contemplated the comment as he smoothly pulled the car around the corner and neared their neighborhood at a slow pace. Trick-or-treating hours were over, but that didn't mean people weren't still running around and might accidentally run into traffic during their fun and games. "Like what? Passing out candy and watching horror movies?"

"Yes. And it's okay that we don't do that." Empathetically Connor distanced himself from asking to do anything that'd remind Hank of Cole. "There are some things that I can live without experiencing firsthand. Besides, as an android I'm incapable of experiencing anything that could only be truly appreciated by human youths since I never had a childhood."

"You're never too old to experience and enjoy life, Connor." Speaking from personal experience, Hank wanted to make sure Connor didn't do anything or even NOT do anything that he'd regret during his unpredictable lifetime. "Go have some fun and experience all things unique! Hell, next year you can dress up like a giant bat and go trick-or-treating for all I care!"

"I'm not sure that I would enjoy being dressed as a bat, and I cannot consume candy."

"So what? It's still something you should do at least once in your life."

"Interesting." As the car neared the dimly lit house a strong gust of wind blew through the area and sent a wave of colorful leaves through the air partially obstructing everyone's view. "What else should I try?"

"Lots of things! Like, maybe you- SHIT!"

Hank suddenly slammed his foot down hard on the brakes forcing the Oldsmobile to come to an abrupt, jerky stop with screeching tires that echoed throughout the neighborhood. As the vehicle came to a noisy stop both Hank and Connor stared through the windshield in wide-eyed shock as something unexpected stood idle in the middle of the street, seemingly watching them with its own noted curiosity as the wall of leaves blew away and the wind itself became eerily still.

"Holy shit..." Hank didn't blink as he asked Connor if he was really seeing what was standing before them. "Is that really... what I think it is?"

"Yes." Connor confirmed as he tried to scan the creature while confirming Hank's question. It's a doe. An albino whitetail doe."

The solid white doe stood still with its deep black eyes watching the car as her ears twitched and her little tail shook as if she was just as curious about the detectives as they were about her. Slowly the doe stepped toward the car and walked past Hank's door before she peered inside the vehicle and stared at Hank for only a moment. In the blink of an eye the doe bounded down the street in a graceful manner causing the two detectives to turn their heads and watch her through the rear windshield in silent awe.

However, the moment that the doe was out of their sight she seemed to have entirely vanished and was nowhere in the sight along the dark and quiet street.

"Wh-Where did she go?" Hank asked as he quickly rolled down his window and leaned out of the vehicle to peer down the street behind him. "What the hell? She couldn't have just disappeared like that!"

"I... I do not know." Connor was confused in such a way that he had never experienced before. "According to my scanner, she was never even here."

"What do- How is that possible?" Pulling his head back inside the car Hank pointed through the windshield to the know empty street before them. "We BOTH saw her! We saw a white doe standing right there!"

"I'm aware of what we saw, but... I don't think the doe was- My scanner did not detect anything organic standing before us."

"You said your eyes were acting up earlier, right?"

"Correct, but since we BOTH saw the doe, as you recently confirmed, we can effectively rule out any error regarding my system."

"Then how do you explain seeing a white doe standing right in front of the car?"

Connor was quiet for a minute before he turned to look at Hank and gave the Lieutenant an incredulous reply. "We did investigate the myth of 'The Lady in White'."

"That's just- No! No fuckin' way." Refusing to believe that he had just seen a spectral entity Hank finally lifted his foot from the stomped brake pedal and resumed the slow drive home. His hands were shaking, and his mind was racing as he tried to figure out what he had just seen. "That's just a myth! There aren't really any ghosts or spirits in the city."

"How can you be so certain?"

"Because there's- Look, it's just not possible! Besides," finally reaching his driveway Hank shifted the car into park and leaned back in his seat as he locked eyes with Connor again. "that myth originates with Belle Isle, not the middle of my damn neighborhood!"

"There's currently no way to prove or disprove the presence of supernatural activity, let alone determine what kinds of rules or boundaries that such activity must abide by."

Frustrated with his inability to figure out what had happened Hank angrily turned off the engine and pocketed the key as he pushed his door open aggressively. "Stop trying to make something illogical seem logical!"

"I'm... sorry?"

Connor quickly followed after Hank as he continued to scan the area and try to find any trace of the white doe but found nothing unusual in the area. It was as if they two detectives had somehow shared a single odd hallucination.

"Let's just get inside and call it a night." Turning the key in the deadbolt Hank sighed and put his free hand on Connor's shoulder. "Sorry for snappin' at ya'. That was just really weird and confusing as Hell."

"It's all right, I'm not offended." Entering the house right behind Hank the deviant detective paused for a moment and peered out at the street once more as if hoping to see the white doe one last time before locking himself away inside the warm, safe house. "But I am admittedly a little confused. This is undoubtedly one of those unique experiences you told me about, and it's one that I'm not going to forget."

-End of Story-