“You and me, we used to be together, everyday together, always. I really feel that I’m losing my best friend; I can’t believe this could be the end. ” The radio cooed under the steady drum of the rain. This was going to be the longest drive to work that she would ever experience. Being that it was the first day back from her time off, she found little joy in driving into that hectic city. However, upon her briefing with the head of the division, certain details piqued her interest. "It's not often that an inmate dies in his own cell.." Elbow firmly placed on the car door she began to massage the skin on her temple, trying desperately to relieve the tension that had already managed to accumulate. Her eyes flicked over to scan the paperwork that littered the passenger seat. A single image keeps gnawing at her. The contorted expression on his face lingered in her mind. The flesh shouldn't have torn that way. At least it wouldn't have if the damage had been inflicted by a human; no human has enough strength to do that. “Don’t speak; I know what you’re thinking. I don’t need your reasons. Don’t tell me ‘cause it hurts.” Exhaling a tiresome sign she flipped the switch on the radio off. It wasn’t helping the pulsing ache in the back of her skull. It wasn't long before the headlights flashed over the tattered sign that read “R.P.D.” Shuffling folders of paper under her arm, Edith huffed as she slung her bag over her shoulder and exited the car. It was bound to be a long and laborious night. The rain had since worsened, causing the disheveled doctor to shield her head as she jogged up to the double doors. "Lieutenant Branagh?" She took a few steps into the vast Main Hall. “What a well embellished station,” she thought as she paced towards the center of the room. From the looks of it the receptionist must have stepped out for a moment. Edith scanned the desk briefly before setting her attention towards the statue that stood in refined grace. "Edith, just in time!" a voice called out, pulling her back to reality. "What do you have for me this time?" She spun on her heels to greet the lieutenant with a soft smile. More than anything she wished to talk to Marvin under different circumstances but this was all just part of the job. The sound of their footsteps echoed down the hall as Marvin guided the doctor down to the morgue. He opened the door, causing the lights to flicker on soon after. A gruesome scene laid before her on the table. Her mind went instantaneously back to the photo. "You got this?" The lieutenant gave her a sympathetic look. "Yeah, I'll be done here shortly I'm sure." she responded with a light tug of the corners of her lips. Setting down her bag and paperwork, she pulled out a pair of gloves before turning back to thank the officer. "If you need anything you know where the phone is." Marvin said as he exited the room, closing the door behind him. It was going to be a long night. So much for wishful thinking.