“So she’s back.” Warren was slumped down and swiveling back and forth in a chair in Rowan’s office, a ball of wadded up paper in his right hand. His eyes were on the ceiling, unblinking. The piece of paper that he’d pass back and forth between his hands was ripped from a particular notebook from his back pocket. It was full of crossed out words and ideas on...The entire Ocktoberfest situation. Wasn’t quite a story, wasn’t quite an investigation, it was just venting, a vomit of thoughts. That’s kind of what his purpose was for being where he was currently. He just needed to kind of sit and process with someone else and he certainly wasn’t getting any work done. “I asked her about Halloween last year. Like, the last long conversation I had with her was about it. And then she just ‘poofs’ I’m trying to pretend I’m not lowkey losing my shit with curiosity here man.” He felt like he was rambling but he kind of figured the original was used to it by now, his weird antics. “Like, kidnapping? Actual kidnapping is happening now? Are you okay after all of that? The whole festival thing?” @rcwanbcrdeaux