Pleban was no publican. Nor was he a pelican,

Pleban was no publican. Nor was he a pelican, if you want to be honest. "Not want to be, missy, must." Senior Detective on Homicide and my Nana still had to put me right, in front

of my men. Still, she was my partner on Homicide and I loved my Nana. I didn't shoot her but I promised her, "Next time, Nana", I looked at my homicide team sternly and they hopped

off of the car, all of their faces filled with anger at my kindness. "You know... when i joined this homicide group, I didn't think it would have so many pussies." Said porky in a

British accent. "I mean," he continued, "all I did was try to eat a burger. Granted, it was possibly not entirely beef, but you didn't have to stop me." I gaped at him and

then just had to laugh. There was something special about him, that he could make me laugh. Plus, his dimples mesmerized me. I replied back in my best French accent, "Oui, but you

made me think of that time I got lost in the corn maze, and stumbled around in the autumn dark until I came upon a guy making out with his girlfriend. "You lost, friend?" he asked.

made me think of that time I got lost in the corn maze, and stumbled around in the autumn dark until I came upon a guy making out with his girlfriend. "You lost, friend?" he asked.

When I said yes, he directed me to an old, ruined cottage. It was not in pristine condition, but I decided to spend the night there. The bed was not that comfortable but I still sl

ept soundly, exhausted from my journey. As I drifted into a deep slumber, I found myself transported to a peculiar dream world, where reality blended with fantasy.