James was half awake, it was still dark outside but the blue light was bright, and he could now make out the face of Big Joe. His skin was like the surface of the moon, he was James thought a lot older than he seemed.
James slowly came back to reality, remembered where they were. They had from Big Joe's calculations had to stay there for a few more weeks. Cops had been coming less and less, but they don't drop cases until 6 weeks.
"What is it?" James replied. He was sitting up now brushing sleep out of his eyes, and yawning.
"You remember a while ago there was that guy online always dancing?"
"What? Oh yeah, fuck, what was his name. The
Blue Man
! Yeah. What about him."
"Well there's a price on his head."
"Nah dude that guy is dead."
"Look though, someone saw a kid dancing like him at this high School."
"This guy in Berlin thinks he's alive. There's even this picture."
Big Joe showed him a a blurry picture. James squinted his eyes.
"Man that just looks like big foot. Don't fuck around with these things."
