Chapitre 85: The Case of Sam Gray

Future: December 2012

*drip* *drip*

Raindrops started to fall.

But it wasn't raining, Sam thought.

No.

*drip*

*drip*

*drip*

It continued, while Sam searched for its source, her head pounding.

*drip*

*drip*

A tear paused just before her face, hanging from the strand of her crimson hair... as she breathed slowly, heavily. Panting where she sat on the cold ground. 

Sam watched it fall, slowly. 

Everything to her felt like a Slo-mo in a movie…

Or was it just the adrenaline pumping through her veins?

Her heart racing,

Sweat dripping down the side of her neck,

Her body covered in grime and dirt

Her senses heightened

The tear wasn't rain, it definitely wasn't, she could tell.

First, it wasn't transparent, instead it was red and thick.