>>117444032>>117443960Detective John groaned. Every day, it seemed another batch of people would go missing without a trace “Damn budget cuts, why did I have to get stuck in cold case duty? Puladime was the one who...”
The door opened. A girl walked in, slowly, each step an intense march. Her face was cold, blank, like any pleasure in life had been siphoned off long ago.
“What can I help you wish Miss....” John paused, looking at the girl. She was the one that had come back a month earlier.
Poor thing. Mother killed herself in a confused state thinking her daughter was an illusion, father blamed her for running away.
“Oh, Miss Olsen, we’re....I’m....” the man paused. I’m sorry to hear what happened, but I”
“Have you....” Tulip paused to let him speak. “Ever heard of....The Train?”
Price frowned. It was a well known psychological phenomenon, missing people with heavy trauma and repression often reported strange disconnected memories of boarding a trai and then travelling to many strange locations,
“Look, if you think you need therapy we have someone who can...”
“NO!” She screamed, before catching herself. She let out a slightly chuckle. “Mirror”
“What?”
“I’d just like....every mirror you can find Mr Price.” She turned to him with a cold smirk. “I have something I want to show you.”
