You've been in the station for a few days now since you'd been discovered. You're still shrunken down and scared. I'm swamped in paperwork and am still trying to find a suitable home for you but I'm struggling. Other officers bring you in and ask me to look after you for a while as I'm the only one that seems to sooth you. I agree and rock you in my arms, hashing you whilst I continue to work. You're relaxed and happy. I'm confused by how you're changing me.. I never wanted to care for someone before but I seem to have a soft spot for you