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[These days, it's unusual for Emil to return home from one of his patrols before nightfall. Not that he's really found anything (except for other people who have the same idea as him), but he's not about to stop doing it until these kidnappings stop and everyone is returned. It at least gives him some way to feel slightly less useless.
Today, however, the door to House 20 opens in the middle of the afternoon, and Emil comes in, closing the door quietly behind him. He's a good deal less perky than usual, too. The sound of his footsteps indicates that he's heading for the stairs; then, as if thinking better of it, he comes back, poking his head into the living room.]
Hey, Richter, would you mind getting something from the store for dinner? I don't really feel like cooking anything tonight.
[And he's gone almost as soon as he's said this, this time actually going upstairs.]
Today, however, the door to House 20 opens in the middle of the afternoon, and Emil comes in, closing the door quietly behind him. He's a good deal less perky than usual, too. The sound of his footsteps indicates that he's heading for the stairs; then, as if thinking better of it, he comes back, poking his head into the living room.]
Hey, Richter, would you mind getting something from the store for dinner? I don't really feel like cooking anything tonight.
[And he's gone almost as soon as he's said this, this time actually going upstairs.]
