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

Translated from Haitian Creole

Spent the rest of that night tossing and turning forcing myself to sleep. Finally, I woke again from my sleep. Upon checking the clock it's been nearly a full day. My body is recharged but sore. I get up and look over at the charm. It's polished shine seems muted now. I'm sure that glow was all in my head. I grab the necklace and place it on around my neck. I pull myself together as quickly as I can. I pause in the mirror momentarily to look at the charm again, the words from my dreams still fresh in my head.

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Suddenly I'm snapped for my trance by the sound of my phone ringing. I look down to see I'm now tightly gripping the charm. I let go, shaking my head and answering the phone. It is the doctor taking care of Lyetnan Cruz. They have been trying to reach me for hours. He had a hallucination!? Thrashing and screaming about aliens? What on earth happened over the last 12 hours? It's as though the whole world has gone mad. I thank the doctor for healing the poor Lyetnan. Hopefully he'll be back on his feet soon. It appears the blow he took…wherever it came from, did more damage than I thought. Now, I must gather myself and prepare to size the day. I have criminals to apprehend. Mr Elvis you and your cohorts days are few. Roseline Baptiste is rejuvenated and back on the case. Watch out, I am coming for you.