Just to the left of the door I entered was an opening in the glass. It was just big enough through which to pass small objects. The half wall ran the ...ull width of the entrance and didn’t seem to offer a way further into the police station. I supposed the officers entered and exited in the back. I shrugged and went to the small opening.An officer looked up from the computer monitor in front of him. He was big, both tall and heavy, but he sat in a cheap leather office chair and stared at me as. It was social studies, and we had a guest speaker who came to talk aboutsome Native Canadian myths and stories.He was introduced as Dr. Michael Twoyoungman, and the story he sharedalmost seemed like something out of Lovecraft rather than somethingbelieved by native Canadians - a story about terrible monsters who onceroamed the land, who had been exiled thousands of years ago, but werealways trying to find a way back to the world of Men.The lecture itself was fine, but our teacher asked Melody. Then the boat got attacked by a Ceratosaurus, the captain and the assistant were playing cards out on deck when it went down and bit the captain and shook her up until finally swallowing her down. Then as the Ceratosaurus start destroying the ship and the assistant went hiding away the Hench man went to grab the weapon and went up and was about to shoot when the ships tips and his shoot went away when he was loading the second dart the Ceratosaurus saw him and picked him up while he screamed. Incisive. Rude.‘I’m not telling you’, came the answer when she asked, understandably enough, what was inside.‘But here’s the thing’, he continued. ‘You can leave it wrapped, and take it home with you. But: I promise; I promise you, you will never use it with me. Ever.’‘Or, you can open it here at the table, read the instructions, and we’ll use it together, when you’re ready. But then you need to open it here.''Understand?’He smiles.She bites her lip, eyes: down.‘No? You don’t want it?’He goes.