At 5am her eyes are still heavy. It rings again and she sighs with resignation. Picks up. "Emergency services, how can I help you?" Her brow furrows and she stubs out her cigarette, rolling the broken end against the glass ashtray. "Wait a second there hon, you want to report a murder? And you were actually a witness to this? Uh huh..." She rolls her eyes at Bob. 'This guy's a quack!' "You're saying that your son murdered a knight? This ain't England sweetie, we don't have none of those." She twirls a pen. Drops it. Stabs the point into the wood of her desk. "Just hold on a sec...Talk to my supervisor." She hands Bob the hesadset with a little shrug. "Yes, hello Sir, what exactly seems to be the problem?" 'Crazy' she mouths over the lip of her coffee cup. "She wouldn't listen. Don't you see it? The sun has murdered the night. Don't you see the blood?" Bob scratches his head and looks out the plate glass window and over the sign for 'Harry's Waffle Heaven' he notices the first red tendrils of dawn creeping guiltily across the sky.
