A Wooden Figure

A Stoic expression

"Mr. Elwyn please have a seat, we have a new case for you."

I shut the door and walk into the rather messy and disorganized room.

"Wow boss, looks like you really cleaned up the place."

He sighs and furrows his brow.

"Lewis, this is no time for jokes now sit down."

I put my hands up in defense.

"Aw, come on now boss man I'm just messing with yah."

I sit in the brown leather seat on the other side of Mr. Norwood's desk.

"Now Lewis, I know you are still recovering from you're last case, but you're the only person I could think of for this case. Everybody else is either in to bad of shape or to preoccupied at the moment."

He opens up a drawer on the side of his desk and pulls out a very thin case file and slams it down in front of me. I open it to look at the contents inside.

"He calls himself North, that's all he can remember."

I pick up a picture of a young man only about a few years younger than me, about 22-23. He's pretty skinny and pale, wearing the most Stoic, unemotional expression I've seen. He has short, messy, pure white hair and bright blue eyes. His eyelashes are long and thick and his pail skin has soft pink blush on his cheeks and shoulders.

"They found him by the bridge covered in cuts a bruises, he freaked out pretty bad when they approached him but eventually convinced him to come along quietly. When they took him to the hospital they asked him to phone a relative to let them know what was going on but he couldn't remember a thing."

I set the photo down and looks at the larger paper.

"He can't remember much and needs a lot of tending too."

I skim through the psychological report and shut the file looking up once more.

"So what do you need me too do?"

I ask leaning back in my chair.

"Run blood tests? Phone relatives? Investigate where he was found?"

Norwood sighs and lights a cigar.

"All I need you to take care of him for the time being."

I groan and throw down the file.

"Come on Norwood! Give me something interesting for once, don't just make me a baby sitter."

He pinches the bridge of his nose between his eyes and blows out a puff of smoke. I hold my nose.

"Baby sitter or not that's your job, so take the file and stop by the hospital and pick him up. I expect you and the boy back here by 4:30 tomorrow and not a second late. I have a schedule to keep."

I roll my eyes and stand up stretching.

"Yeah yeah boss man."

I crack my back and Norwood cringes. I smirk and pick up the file in my left hand and waltz out.