The copper pair of Detective Inspector Lewis and Detective Sergent Hathaway from a British show had been called in to investigate a crime at some swanky event in the country. I was never quite clear on what the event was, but it required a mansion, members of a royal family (not Britain's), and hot air balloons. The detectives got right to work. They made their way to the room where the body had been found, but the door proved problematic. Lewis could shove it part way open, but then it slammed closed again. His second attempt succeeded, and the pair rushed into the room with guns raised. A bullet riddled body lay on the ground in a pool of blood. A Jewish looking gentleman peered over the corpse and took photographs while giggling to himself. Chaos ensued as the policemen chased the gleeful man about. Somehow, they ended up outside again. They forced the door open again, but in the few seconds that took, the man had somehow hoisted the body up into a noose slung over some exposed rafters. When he noticed the policemen again, he whipped out a cardboard sign with a name on it and chanted the name while staring Lewis in the face. Then, he leaped out of the window. Lewis turned to charge down the stairs after the man, but Hathaway had leveled his gun at him.
"I can't let you go sir," he asserted, "you have to answer for your crimes."
"What crimes? Blimey, the man that tampered with the body is getting away!"
"I'm not falling for any of that. The people who've seen this crime scene are us, and it isn't your first time coming here. Is it?"
"Hathaway, do you see the bullet holes in the wall over there behind me? I'm going to take the cartridge out of my gun and show you that it's full. I couldn't have shot this man. You're under some kind of spell"
After Hathaway examined the cartridge, he started to lower his gun. His memory returned, and his ears turned bright red out of embarrassment. The partners fled after the strange man, but by then he was long gone.
Long gone for the detectives anyway. Not for the 10 year old version of myself that was wandering the grounds waiting for my parents to be done with the event. By this time, the weird man had shrunken to the size of a leprechaun. When he saw the young version of me, who was equal to him in height, he became rather curious. He snuck behind me, scurrying from tree to tree until we were far from any adults. Only then did he reveal himself. It seemed he had a task that needed doing, and due to my tiny size, he decided to delegate that task to me. I was not interested. Then, he whipped out the sign again. This time, he did not say anything. He simply waved it in my face for a while. For some odd reason, reading Herr Gustav McFinnigan compelled me to do as the leprechaun said.
He then handed me a somewhat gnarled wooden baton and commanded me to give it to the crown prince before his race. I wasn't really down with the whole "give potentially cursed items to royalty" thing, but the longer I took to deliver the item, the more inexplicably terrified and anxious I became. Eventually, I managed to huddle behind a pillar while the prince and one of his friends took baths in separate, elaborate bathtubs. The prince reminded me strongly of Eridan Ampora if you gave him social skills. I, as a ten year old girl, felt rather uncomfortable about walking up to a bathing man and handing him something that would likely kill him. I managed though and promptly curled up in a ball in a corner far away from the rest of the world.
Then, everything changed (when the fire nation attacked). I was wandering through sketchy subway systems with random industrial style elevators with a bunch of friends until Barney from "How I Met Your Mother" came along and took my geeky, conservative friend out on a date. That was pretty much that.
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