"Pitty, this is the sixth Lower Human murder in two weeks," a cop said to his coworker standing over the body, "The people are already down our necks to stop whoever is doing this, " one officer said. "Officers, why are we standing around?" Detective Monkee asked, taking a sip of his coffee. "Sir, it's another body," one of his officers said, "I don't need this right now. This case is going to be the death of me," he said.

"I can smell snow in the air," the man said, "We have a job to do," the driver said, "What's this again?" asked a man as he stepped out of the passenger seat. "How many times do I have to say Jon Doe, 23, was strangled to death?" his partner, the driver, said. "Why doesn't he have a name?" he asked. "The name doesn't help me figure out why the body is lying on the ground, only the case," she responded as she was leaving the vehicle. "I know how you get, so I will blame our job on your attitude right now," he commented. "I don't have an attitude," she snapped back, "Let's talk when we get back home, okay," he said calmly, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. His partner let out a little giggle, "There you are," he said with a smile.

"Detective Monkee, what do we have?" he questioned. "Hello, old friend! What are you two doing here?" the detective asked. "The bureau called us for this case," the woman stated. "The fucking HGB called you in," the detective said. "But I'm happy to have you here," Monkee added," We are happy to help an old friend," The man said. "It's the sixth one in two weeks," Monkee explained, "Do you have any ideas?" The man asked, "Nothing, everything is a dead end, and the public is demanding an answer; the tension will cause the people to pop soon," Monkee answered. "Do you mind If I a step away for a few," Monkee added, massaging his forehead. "We got this," he said; his partner is already studying the body. "Anything?" he questioned; she stood there in silence. "Did you get anything yet?" Monkee asked, returning, "Nothing yet; I haven't seen her like this in a while," he answered. "How long are you two staying around?" Monkee asked his friend, "I have no idea; it depends if the office needs us," he answered, "Let's try to do something," Monkee said, "I would love to," he answered. "The sun will be setting soon," the man announced, "What is she doing?" Monkee asked. "I have no idea; I just let her do her thing," he answered.

~ " Why would a person do this to innocent people?" she asked, "Oh My!" a miniature version of her partner said, "Doesn't this make you mad," The Entity told her, "Don't listen to that thing," he added. "Don't you just want to kill everyone that might be involved," The Entity said, "Don't listen to that thing; you are not like those monsters," he replied ~

"Alison, Alison," her partner said, tapping her shoulder. What?" she questioned, snapping back to reality. "Let the Detective and his officers get the body back to the station, and let's get something to eat," he said calmly. "I could use something to eat," she said solemnly. "You don't seem like yourself. What is on your mind?" he questioned. "Yeah," she answered, walking back to the car.

"Where, too?" Alsion asked, "One place we always have to go back while in the city. "He answered, "That place is still opening?" she questioned. "Yes, it is," he replied with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. GGGGOOOOLLLLLDDDD," the man yelled, entering the whole in the wall pizza shop. "Is that you, Arther?" Mr. Gold questioned with a happy tone. "How are you doing, old friend?" Arther asked, "I'm doing fantastic. I'm happy you showed up. I will be retiring soon," the owner said. "No, but I am happy to hear that; you deserve it," Arther said. "What would it be today?" Mr. Gold asked, "You know it, friend," Arther replied. "Where are my manners? Nice to see you again, Alison; it warms my heart that you two are still together," Mr. Gold said. "Yes, we are engaged," she said, holding up her hand with her ring on it. "Congrats, the pizza is on me tonight," Mr. Gold said, "We can't do that," Arther said. "Stop, your first date was in this store, is the least I can do," the owner said.

"Arther, didn't I tell you to put the heat on?" Alison said, grabbing more of the blanket. "I did," Arther said with a yawn. "Why is it so cold in this apartment," Alsion said from under the blanket. "I will go check it out," he said with his breath showing. As he moved into the living room, he noticed a figure in the kitchen. A golden handle with ruby resting at the bottom of it with a silver blade appeared in his hand. "Put down your blade, son," a voice said softly. "Forgive me, sir," Arther answered, making the blade vanish like nothing was there. "I helped myself to some of your tea; hope that's alright," he said, siping. "No problem; make yourself at home," Arther said, grabbing a cup. "Is your wife here?" he asked. "Not my wife yet, just my fiancée," Arther said. The visitor just looked at him, "I'll be back shortly," he said, stepping out of the room.

"Alison, wake up," he said in a calm voice. What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "We have a visitor," he said with a smile. Okay," she replied, getting out of bed.

"Commissioner, what are you doing here?" she asked as she entered the kitchen. "Good morning! By the way, this tea is the best I've ever had," he commented, taking another sip. "That's my sister's handiwork! She loves experimenting with tea leaves; I'll let her know you liked it," Alison replied. "Let's get to the matter at hand; what I'm about to say is off the books; only the higher-ups at the HGB know this understood," the commissioner said. "Yes," the couple replied in unison.

"Oh, look, the first snowfall of the season!" Arther said with wonder in his voice. He took his future wife by the hand, spun her around, and pulled her in for a hug. "Honey, may I have this dance?" he asked. "Are you joking, right?" she asked. "What do you think?" he replied, "No," Alison said, defeated; "What do you say?" he asked, "We do need to practice," she answered.

"It is really coming down," Arther said with a smile, "I hate the cold," Alsion added; Arther handed his fiancée his jacket, "What is happening?" Alsion said, noticing a group of people. "Excuse me, miss, what is happening?" Alison asked one of the bystanders, "I think it's a body," she answered. "What?" Alison questioned. The woman pointed to the body. "ARTHER," Alison shouted. "Did anyone call it in yet?" Arther asked; one of the bystanders raised his hand. "I need everyone to take one giant step back. This is a crime scene." Arther announced to the crowd.

~ "Why are the killings so close to each other?" she asked, "This must boil your blood?," the Entity asked, "Let me think," Alison snapped back. "Doesn't this get you mad," the Entity said, "Yes," she replied under her breath.

"Alison, Alison. Are you ready to go home?" Arther said, resting his hand on Alison's shoulder. "What?" she questioned, looking up at him, "Are you ready to go home?" he repeated. "I need to figure this out," Alison said, "We can do that tomorrow; it's getting cold," he said, "I need to be by myself; you can go home," Alison said, "Alison, do not be ridiculous, I not leaving you alone, I know how you can get," Arther said. "Arther, please go home; I am not repeating it," she said, not looking at him, "I know, but I am not going anywhere," Arther said.