The radio picks up, yet another tale of little green men and flying saucers. You tell yourself it’s a load of baloney, but truthfully it creeps you out as much as everyone else. Closing the case files, you pick up your hat and prepare yourself. This afternoon you’re going to The Peterson’s home to conduct a final search. Your intention to find them… dead or alive.

You look at the case files strewn across your desk, the green lamp illuminating the coffee stains that disfigure the wood. The radio plays the news quietly in the background. The Peterson Family… missing for over a week; no trace, little evidence. Passed from one detective to another, finally coming to rest in peace on your desk.