“Do you remember what you did?” the cop in his uniform said to me. I shook my head as I looked around the grey office with the small bureau. The cop in front of me rested his elbows on his table and leaned forward, “Maybe you care to tell me what you do remember?” I nodded my head, it was time to tell as much as I could. It was time to leave it all behind me.

“I remember running through the streets. The brick walls, store fronts and windows chasing passed me. Distraught humans that quickly jumped out of the way and the occasional ‘Watch out’ behind me. “

“Go on.” He urged me. His face darkening and concentrating on every word I say. My hands shake and sweat starts running down my arm as I go on.

"I remember turning around a corner and seeing this large street with multiple cars parked at the side.”

“what street was it?”

I shook my head, “I don’t know. I just followed the instructions that were given.” The cop didn’t seem to like the answer and gestured me to go on. “Some one followed me, called out to me. I didn’t know who it was then, you see I was looking at the cars. Searching for the red mustang with a black stripe on the hood. They all passed by so quickly.”

“who gave you the instructions? When did you receive it?”

“I got a call two days earlier. A woman called me, telling me that if I wanted an adventure I should follow the instructions. Foolish of course. I should have just gone back to teaching that morning.”

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“What was called out to you?” his voice betrayed the routine in these questions. His face showed his boredom and his hands showed his resolve. Now I looked at my hands and saw the small trail of my sweat over my arm to my hand. So gross.

“Apparently it was one of my co-workers. He begged me not to go. That’s when I found the car and saw who he was, Jack from IT. I remember clearly thinking that I needed this adventure that I needed this for my own wellbeing. I told him to go and got in the car. It felt victorious riding away from him in that sports car. Seeing his disappointed face slowly getting out of sight. Then focusing on the route again.”

“Who drove that car?” a new interest sounded through in this question. Like he thought he was close to finding out who had stolen the blood diamond. Like he finally cracked the case wide open. I could forgive him. The time and effort he probably put into this case. I was sad I couldn’t give him the real answer.

“I don’t know.” I didn’t blink, only looked at my hands when saying this. Avoiding his eyes to keep up this charade.

“what do you remember then from that ride?”

“Only the fast car, the low ride and the hill we eventually went down.”

“why do you think you don’t know anything else? What happened to you?”

“I think I was becoming more and more drowsy? But I don’t know for sure.” I looked at his face. The disappointment again. He believed me, he would let me go now. The car will be the next clue he would want to check out. He would find that it has no known owner. I could get away in that window of time, having diverted every bit of suspicion from the bored teacher that didn’t know what she was getting into.