Date: October 10th, 1983
Location: Greenwood Town Square
Harry: He drove up and down different roads, tearing through the rageful storm, looking for any sign of where Andrews could have gone. "Come on man, now is not the time for this...", he looked everywhere for his car, to maybe at least point in the direction of where he went, until finally, he found it. He stopped, staring at Andrews' car and then looking at the building it was next to. "A bar...of course, it's a bar. Sure, let's get drunk while on the job, freak out right in front of somebody, great first impression..." He pulled out an umbrella before exiting his car and walked towards the bar.
He walked through the bar doors, examining the people within the building until he found who he was looking for. He noticed Andrews sitting at the bar and walked up to him, rather than being aggressive he sat down next to him. "I didn't take you as somebody who drinks."
Andrews: He stared at his drink on the counter, swirling the ice cubes around. "What can I say...we are all disgusting sinners." He took a small sip, portioning out his drinks to ensure he didn't get drunk. "Did you come here to scold me because of my little freakout?"
Harry: He leaned on the counter a bit, "Nah man, I came looking for you because I was worried about you, I was looking for hours, this was the last place I'd expect you to be. What was all of that about anyway? A panic attack?"
Andrews: He scoffed, "I wish it were as simple as a panic attack, but life never is just that simple...It never fucking is."
Harry: "Well then what was it?" He kindly requested a drink from the bartender, giving Andrews some time to answer.
Andrews: He continued to stare at the counter, taking in a deep breath before speaking, "When I was young...my brother was murdered by some psychopath, the police could never find his body but every time I touched something that belonged to him, I would see visions of the events that took place before he died. Such as where he was taken, the noises, the voices, I could make out everything except for one key thing...what the man looked like. So when I tried to tell my parents about it, they scolded me...saying that 'It was just stupid dreams.'"
Harry: He stared at him in shock, listening intensively to his story.
Andrews: "One day I had enough of the police force not doing good enough...so I ran from home to figure it all out myself, holding my brother's notebook in my arms as I traveled...I walked for days, constantly using this strange vision gift I obtained to point the way, the more I used it, the more color I lost in my eyes." He took a big drink from his glass before speaking again, "After such a long time, I finally found his body. thrown into the bottom of a lake, they never bothered looking for the man responsible."
Harry: "So that's why you became a detective?.." He was overwhelmed by empathy.
Andrews: He nodded in response, "To do, what others do not, that's the issue with this world, the people with the power to make change and do the right thing never do. People find so much pleasure in doing what is wrong and the people who want to do what is right are shunned...So many people have tried to tell me that these eyes are a gift from God. I wish I could see it that way."
Harry: "Well, God gives us many things in mysterious ways as people say, but look at what you have become because of that gift, you have become something to help the people." He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.
Andrews: He chuckled softly, "Yeah, I suppose so." Standing up, he put some money on the bar for the both of them. "Keep the change, Will."
William: The bartender turned around, nodding while giving him a warm smile before going back to cleaning the glasses.
Harry: He raised an eyebrow, "You know the bartender here? I thought you just moved into town?"
Andrews: He fixed his coat, brushing himself off in the process, "I've been living in the town for a good few months, it just took them forever to transfer me into the new system. Did you think I didn't settle in before starting work?" He laughed, shaking his head while escorting Harry outside with him.
Harry: He shrugged, chuckling as well, he stopped under the tarp outside, "Wait, you said you could see things when you interact with certain items. What did you see when you touched the cup?"
Andrews: He looked at the ground, trying to recall his vision, "It gets blurry after a while, especially when it causes those attacks...I was only able to get a quick vision of what looked like to be a figure in a large black robe, I didn't hold onto the cup long enough to see more."
Harry: "Hmm." he opened his umbrella walking out from under the tarp before turning around to face him, "I will call Amanda, tell her that we will meet up with her again tomorrow, maybe your visions will become clearer the second time around and maybe without the freakout this time."
Andrews: He sighed, "Yeah I'll...try to get a handle on it, maybe some time at home will do me some good. Gotta check up on the wife anyway..."
Harry: He nodded in response, "Have a good night Andrews, I'll call you tomorrow morning." He smiled before walking to his car.
Andrews: Waved slowly to him as he walked away, "Yeah...tomorrow." He walked back to his vehicle, stepping inside, sitting there for a brief moment. "Something is going on around here...something big." He started his car and began his journey back home.