and_as_the_rain_fell karasu Pictures. Crime-scenes. The city, for days had been locked in a perpetual twilight, the reflective thickness of the clouds darkened the days but also spread the lamplight around even in the deadest hours of night. the difference could only be discerned by the fact that night showed more colour. Even amongst the cavalcade of disturbing images that the photographer from the ME's office laid out on the board in front of her, she felt a pang of hunger. "Hmm," she thought to herself, almost absentmindedly, "... Lunch." Holstering her revolver and putting on her jacket, she stepped up and out from the table in the workroom she and her partners on this case had commandeered and stepped out into the drizzling night. The glow on the underside of the clouds had more of a reddish hint to it than usual. No one else outside seemed to notice. Later, she would wonder if something, somewhere wasn't trying to tell her something. But that wouldn't come until she had time to reflect on things a little later. For now, there was only a brief respite from the torrent of weirdness that decorated her office wall and her basement wall. For the moment, there was Chinese food to attend to, and maybe even a quick cat-nap at the apartment to clear away the last thirty-six straight hours of police-work. She rarely slept, but something about the strain of this case demanded at least a little rest. "Lo Mein and then a nap" had a nice ring to it as she said it to herself stepping out of the car. 031128 what's it to you? who go blather from