Inside the office sits Karl and a good few stacks of documents. Between the FBI stuff and the numbers club and just general cop stuff, a whole rain forest had to have been cut down in the span of a week. Ugh, can't someone call in a bomb threat today?

Needless to say, nice as the suggestion of booze sounds, it can't happen. Far too much busywork to leave early. Karl sighs as he rubs his temple. Melissa losing her echoes and overworking himself seems to actually be getting to him. "If it weren't for the mountain of paperwork requiring to be done by today, I would take you up on that."