" Guards, bring in the prisoner for interrogation!"
" Hey, be careful. I am not a ragdoll!"
" Mister Angry Historian. That is your name, correct?"
" Yeah, my parents have a weird sense of humor"
" Ok Mr. Historian, would you like to explain to me, where have you been for last 3 months?"
" Nothing interesting. I was just having a long vacation. Travelling the world, finding myself and stuff like that."
" So you just packed your things and went to vacation without telling anybody?"
" Why would I need to tell anybody? I am uneployed and live alone."
" Still, we would preffer to know, where you spent the time. Your luck of alibi doesn't help."
" Like I said. I was on vacation. Do I have to show you that pile of tickets I have?"
" We already looked at them. They are from last year. Mr. Historian we would really preffer to hear the truth."
The door opened and another detective with a paper stepped in.
" He is free to go."
" That's bull... Let me look at it."
The detective groaned.
" You are free to go."
AH was going back to his home.
" Unbelieveable! Three months doing odd jobs and barely being able to get decent meals and know this."
He took his keys out of his pocket and started opening the door.
" Hm, but the vacation isn't a bad idea. I could use some peace and quiet. Nah! I can't afford it anyway."
He closed the door behind him and took his shoes off.
" Ok buddy. Let's sum up our situation. No money and only thing in my kitchen is an ancient can of luchmeat."
AH yawned.
" Well, no point stressing about it now. Let's catch some z's. first"
Somebody rang a bell.
" For the love of... Can't a guy have some privacy. Hello, what do you want?"
A duo of men dressed in suits was standing in front of the door.
" God evening. We are looking for Mr. Angry Historian."
" You found him. What do you need?*"
" We are from OCP and we would like to ask you some questions."
" Oh fu..."