The smell of a naked woman knocked Detective Tish off his chair. He got up from the floor and adjusted his tie. “How can I help you?” Detective Tish asked as he sat back down.

“My clothes are gone. They have been stolen,” the naked woman said as she looked around Detective Tish’s office.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Janie does some work in her lab after school then walks to Sport's apartment building. She walks up two flights of stairs. She sees two cats in the stairwell and pretends to kick them to relieve stress.

Janie knocks on Sport's door and Sport opens it.

"I'm going to blow up the world," Janie says. "Today."

"Don't," Sport says. "Obama."

YOU HAVE TO KEEP YOUR HANDS UP, IN FRONT, LIKE THIS. And I do, for a bit, keep them up, in front of my face, like that. 

THE OVEN IS HOT. NO, FURTHER. FARTHER. STAND BACK THERE. And I do, for awhile, even back behind where it is she points.