The mid afternoon sun was streaming in the open front doors of AAcme Dectective Agency when an screaming dishevelled girl rushed into the offices . I was sitting at the computer mostly day dreaming and was startled out of my chair. The intruder held in her hand a huge butcher knife, blood stains visible on the edges. Her wrists still held bits of frayed rope, blood dripping from many 'defensive' cuts on her fingers and palms. I slowly walked around the counter as the girl darted from one place to another like a hummingbird seeking the nectar. She continued her ranting and raving sometimes yelling then barely audible. I pieced together her cries and figured she was upset with 'The Rejects', a notorious gang of Hathian city. I wondered if they had done this too her. She was barefoot, her shoulder length hair matted with blood, her white shirt torn and her grey jumper skort dirty and wrinkled smelling of piss. The petite brown hair girl was white as a ghost her eyes as wide as saucers. I did my best to calm her, talking softly and offering food, water medical attention. All of sudden she ran out the door as quick as she had entered. I mentally collasped then, realizing the danger I had been in with out warning all alone. I shivered and headed for the couch. I was relieved to be unharm but still very shaken from the stressful ordeal. I fell on the couch, curled up hugging my knees and began rocking back and forth hoping Fall would be back soon. Please hurry home Fall, hurry home.