Narrator/Detective

I got enough problems of my own. Why should I risk my hide to help some dame I barely even know?

I got enough problems of my own. Why should I risk my hide to help some dame I barely even know?

Chapter 5. I shuffled down the hall trying to figure out why I'd gotten mixed up in this crazy case. Was it just for the Batmans? Or was it something else? There was something about that screwy kid. The world had done her dirty, but somehow it hadn't made her cynical. She still believed in justice. She still believed in hope.

Chapter 5. I shuffled down the hall trying to figure out why I'd gotten mixed up in this crazy case. Was it just for the Batmans? Or was it something else? There was something about that screwy kid. The world had done her dirty, but somehow it hadn't made her cynical. She still believed in justice. She still believed in hope.

She still believed that objects disappeared when you put a surface in front of them. And then reappeared by magic when you took away that surface. She even believed in me. No one ever had before. I decided to swing by the TV Room, classic grown-up hangout. The kind of after-hours joint that doesn't get hoppin' till after bedtime.

She still believed that objects disappeared when you put a surface in front of them. And then reappeared by magic when you took away that surface. She even believed in me. No one ever had before. I decided to swing by the TV Room, classic grown-up hangout. The kind of after-hours joint that doesn't get hoppin' till after bedtime.

I slipped inside and got to work, opening drawers, taking things out, and then dropping them hard on the ground. It's an old detective tactic, a way to make sure that you touched everything and that everything got everywhere. I'd gone through most of the cabinets when the door burst open. It was Nana. I spotted a closet and sprinted inside, but it turned out to be a dead end. How about a nap?

I slipped inside and got to work, opening drawers, taking things out, and then dropping them hard on the ground. It's an old detective tactic, a way to make sure that you touched everything and that everything got everywhere. I'd gone through most of the cabinets when the door burst open. It was Nana. I spotted a closet and sprinted inside, but it turned out to be a dead end. How about a nap?

I shook my head defiantly. If she thought I was going down that easy, she had another thing coming. How about some yummy medicine? I ate the medicine. I like to eat things that were yummy, and Nana had used that word when describing the medicine. I smiled as the sweet cherry capsule hit my tongue, but it was quickly followed by a different flavor. The bitter taste of betrayal. Chapter six.

I shook my head defiantly. If she thought I was going down that easy, she had another thing coming. How about some yummy medicine? I ate the medicine. I like to eat things that were yummy, and Nana had used that word when describing the medicine. I smiled as the sweet cherry capsule hit my tongue, but it was quickly followed by a different flavor. The bitter taste of betrayal. Chapter six.

It wasn't the first time I'd been drugged. Still, you couldn't help but marvel at the grown-up's depravity. They never did you dirty to your face. Ha ha, no. They preferred to stab you in the back. They said you could skip your vegetables and snuck them in your mashed potatoes. They said you could sleep in their bed. Then they put you in your crib the second you fall asleep.

It wasn't the first time I'd been drugged. Still, you couldn't help but marvel at the grown-up's depravity. They never did you dirty to your face. Ha ha, no. They preferred to stab you in the back. They said you could skip your vegetables and snuck them in your mashed potatoes. They said you could sleep in their bed. Then they put you in your crib the second you fall asleep.

They said you could have a present and then brought you a potty with a bow on it and told you to poop in it in front of them. like that's some kind of a gift. I stared out the bars of my crib. The grownups had taken my power and my freedom, but that just meant I had nothing left to lose. Chapter seven.

They said you could have a present and then brought you a potty with a bow on it and told you to poop in it in front of them. like that's some kind of a gift. I stared out the bars of my crib. The grownups had taken my power and my freedom, but that just meant I had nothing left to lose. Chapter seven.

I can't fit in any of those places.

I can't fit in any of those places.

Because I'm too big.

Because I'm too big.

Objects look big when they're close to you and small when they're far from you.

Objects look big when they're close to you and small when they're far from you.