I woke up in a cold sweat, in my apartment. My land lord banging on the door, his muffled voice coming through like cries from hell. “ What did you do now Jonathan, the police are here to see you”. I got up slowly, it didn’t matter, they had been coming by quite frequently since the accident and the murder. I was dead, running on emotions that were black and gloomy, all the events that had led to this point flashed by me and it didn’t matter. I opened the door and there stood a police officer. He stood about six feet tall, with short white hair, dark eyes. His face was round and unshaved, yet he looked presentable nonetheless. He was old and tired. Yet those words, they seemed so familiar.