Snippet #2513447

Jason walked back inside, hearing the woman saying something to Allan, but he tuned it out. His eyes slowly scanned the floor he was on. Empty.

He rubbed his chin in thought. If there was a hiding spot, where would it be? He walked over and started feeling the walls, knocking lightly on certain spots. They all checked out, nothing wrong.

After looking around for another moment, he declared this floor clear as he headed for the stairs. A few feet up however, he noticed something. He wasn't sure what it was at first until he noticed it was getting harder and harder to go up each step, not because something or someone was holding him back. His own body was refusing to go any further. He started feeling lazy and apathetic to not only the search, but this building in general. It was just an old building. Why put all this effort into it?

Jason shook his head. "When did I start thinking like that? I was so ready to start ripping up floorboards if I had to. Now... it's like I can't be bothered."

He'd never felt such an intense wave on apathy before, like a child when told to do chores. He tried to force himself to continue up the stairs, but he just couldn't budge. He felt the last bit of will leave his body, and he let out a defeated sigh. Trying to go any further was just... uncomfortable.

"Forget this. There's a thief/murderer out there and I'm wasting time searching near empty buildings. There's no way the thief is hiding here; there's nowhere to hide."

His body and mind almost voiced relief as he turned and headed back down the stairs and out the front door to the two waiting for him outside.

"The place is clean, I didn't turn up with anything." He lied, not wanting them to know he gave up the search because he didn't feel like it.

"Officer Allan, you can un-cuff her. We have other places we need to go."

He walked over to the woman with his hands in his coat pockets. "Sorry for the trouble ma'am. I hope we didn't take too much of your time. We'll be going to check out some other locations. You stay safe."

Pulling out his hand from a pocket, he presented a small card with his name and number on it.

"If you do see something suspicious, please call me. I'm available almost 24 hours a day."

He started to head over to his car. "Let's go, the trail's getting cold." He said to Allan, turning back his head to him. As he got near his car, he didn't feel too good. Something was wrong. He had already forgotten what 25% of the building even looked like.

"What the hell is going on...? What's wrong with me?" He mentally fumed. "I don't normally give up searches. Maybe... maybe searching somewhere else is just a better idea. Or maybe I just need more sleep; these long hours aren't good for my health."

He ran through several ideas in his head as to why he gave up on this building, anything to convince him that leaving was a good idea. He reached for the car door in heavy thought.