[Gumshoe walks down the path to the mailbox, Missile following close by as he opens it. Pulling out the few letters, he dejectedly sorts through his mail, not really sure what to expect from the Mailman of Mayfield ( Read more... )

[A doorbell brings Gumshoe to the front door. Opening it, he finds a mailman with a clipboard and a crate on a hand-truck beside him.]

"Er, yes, can I help you pal?"

[The mailman smiles and holds out the clipboard towards Gumshoe before speaking:]

"Package for Mr. Gumshoe. Need you to sign on the line there."

[Gumshoe scans the clipboard merely as a ( Read more... )

[Gumshoe sighs, a little dejected about his current situation, but sticks to some routine as he goes to check his mail. Most of the things are there are just adverts or some such except a specific letter reminding him to pay his taxes ( Read more... )

[A slight snore from the bed sitting in 1449 Mitchell road seems to fill the entire room as the figure dreams away the morning. Or more appropriately, the figure seems to be having a nightmare as he wakes up, sitting up with a start ( Read more... )