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[ask-hildapertinax]

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To be honest, Hilda wasn't quite sure how to proceed with her investigation. It wasn't every day that a police box materialized in the middle of a crime scene, after all. 

Cautiously, the Interpol agent unholstered her gun and held it low, ready to use it should the need arise. Then she approached the police box in front of her.

Whatever it was, it had chosen a spectacular place to materialize - the box was in the only place on the premises it could fit without contaminating any evidence at the crime scene.

Extraordinary. Were she not at work, she would have marveled at the sight.

It was the precision with which the box had arrived that led Hilda to believe there might be someone inside. It was just big enough for one person to fit inside, after all. Cautiously, she knocked on the door.

"Hello?" she called cautiously, returning her hand to her gun. "Is somebody in there?"

[ask-hildapertinax]

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Hilda decided that she needed air.

The office was too hectic today, too busy, too urgent. In all fairness, this was not a new phenomenon, but it had been so hectic for so long that it was starting to wear on her. 

It was a shared weariness, too. Agent Pertinax saw it reflected in the eyes of her coworkers as they passed by her desk. In a strange way, she was almost grateful for it. Looks of weariness were better than the looks of pity she had been getting ever since last year when--

In any event, she needed air. 

That was how she found herself at the park during her lunch break, breathing in the fresh air and trying to soothe her frayed nerves.