and the story had to keep going.

Without a story... well her life would fade to black.

As her senses faded, maybe that's why she became more observant.

When she could walk fast. Lift heavy. see far. Hear faint.

Back then she didn't know jack shit what was happening.

Now that everything was darkening. she could finally see.

Three weeks later another man walked in. A set of leather shoes on top of a tall frame. She could tell even before looking up.

"Mam."

It was another detective. This one sounded different. He was actually onto something. Knew more than the last one. Or maybe not knew more, but could sense better.

"I heard you were here the night --" he explained dates. Events. Asked more questions. Asked about the cameras.

"Could you take me through the cameras that night?"

"I'm sorry, gentelman. But our recordings are only valid for two weeks. The new recording overwrite the old ones. Gotta save on costs you know? Shrinkflation."

"Mmm," he said.

This could spell trouble she thought.