Back in Nebraska, Godrick was now constantly being questioned by the local police. Since he had been seen going to the woods with his three friends, and they now had been found dead in the woods, amongst a plethora of weird green creatures, fingers were pointing at him.
He was currently being let loose for the fifth time already, all thanks to a certain cop always taking his side. Even though he hated the situation he was in, he was somewhat happy that Officer Grant was defending him.
As he walked out of the station again, the officer stopped him next to his truck.
"Listen, Godrick. Be honest with me. Did you know about what was found in the woods? I don't care if you were there or not. I just want to know if you knew."
"Max. You found shells to four of my guns in those woods. What do you think? I'm not the one who killed them, but I am the one who brought them out in the woods. We were looking for my sister…"
"How is she, by the way?"
