Sefton's questioning had gone much the same. He remembered to mention he had no actual relation to the kid with all of the junk on hand, but it didn't seem to help his case much. He had been jumpy all over the place, he knew, but he couldn't help but fear affecting even more people today—especially police officers.

In the end, he was stuck in a cell with the promise of attempting to contact his parents, since he had refused to give them any sort of contact information. Sefton couldn't quite his terror at the prospect, and blearily found the darkest corner in the cell to shove himself in.

This couldn't be happening.