(A report from the desk of Police Inspector Roseline Baptiste)

Translated from Haitian Creole

Finally home to my bed, but my sleep is anything but restful. Strange visions from the last few days plagued my dreams. I see images of Elvis and his friend in my head. I see myself letting them go. When I try to run to the windows they've vanished. I now look out the window to nothing. Suddenly I hear a voice...No more a whisper, a song. It was a mans voice it sounded old, slightly weathered but smooth. They way the syllables bounced I could almost hear his grin.

The path ahead lies in whence you came,

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If you need a favor just call my name.

“Papa Legba here my cries,

I need your aid and your advice.”

But beware.

Every favor, comes with a price.

I woke immediately after this dream. I'm still not sure if it was him or if its was an effect of sleepless days on the case. As I sat in bed rubbing the fatigue from my eyes I looked over to my side table to see the charm Madam Desir had given me. It was strange it was almost as if the etching was shining. Surely a trick of the light. Nothing to worry my self over now. Upon checking the clock next to the charm I see its only been two hours since I laid down. I want to sleep, I...need to sleep. Will the visions haunt me every time I try to rest? Oh Roseline, you are losing yourself. You should have become a nurse. Like your mother. Maybe then you'd take better care of yourself. For now though...I suppose sleep is for the best. I'm sure the Lyetnan is already getting better and will be back on the case in no time. I'm sure I am worrying over nothing.