I popped in and played the role of some Jack Spencer for a TV show when I arrived.
Then, of course, I was stopped and questioned. The interrogators acted like it was some sort of interview. I told em what they wanted to know, thinking they wouldn’t come back around, so I could lay low for a while a clear my head of my troubles.
I thought I’d look at some interesting work, letting the artists know their effort was appreciated.
Then I decided to take on a few craft projects, myself. They say creating is good for mental health. So I drew Batman.
At the moment, it seems best for me to talk about everything that comes to mind. So I started writing about my little figure. I didn’t make it very far when I got distracted.
They wanted my fingerprints. I smudged it considerably, and hid mine.
Hiding wasn’t the best idea. Keeping secrets isn’t healthy. So I told them where it was.
I needed a breath of fresh air after that. I spotted a tree, and fell into a daze beneath it. It looked like a kaleidoscope when I awoke.
I thought that delusion was odd, so I made sure to note it.
I’m still a bit dreary, and don’t know what I’ll be doing for the next few weeks, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to work with anyone competently. I may have to start my own agency to poke around, see what happens when the dust settles a bit. There’s some sort of case to be solved, so I might be of use, once I get my senses back. I barely understand this modern technology and should work on acquainting myself with it, but I don’t have much to go off of anymore. Until I do, I’ll just keep creating and hope it soothes my aching mind.