Chapter 2.7 - Intoxication
After escaping from Klaus's mind, Jan and the others go out to dinner with Sharon.
Sharon: Tough night, huh?
Jan: I’m really sorry you got caught up in all of this…
Sharon: It’s alright. The Chief was pretty good at dealing with moving the body. And since you got your confession, it all turned out okay, right?
Mikhail: Sorry to ruin the nice atmosphere, but isn’t there something you wanted to ask the doctor, Captain?
Jan: Ah, yeah. If you could look at this…
Sharon: Hm? Some kind of hypodermic? A tranquilizer or something?
Jan: We confiscated it from Klaus’s room. The contents seem to be a new kind of narcotic.
Sharon: …And?
Jan: Ingredients, effects… anything would be good. Can you check up on it for us?
Sharon: Wouldn’t it be faster to analyze it at the station?
Jan: Right now we can’t trust anyone in the force. I want someone I can rely on to analyze this drug.
Sharon: Does that mean I’m someone you can rely on?
Jan: It does.
Sharon: ...Thank you. Lately we’ve had a surge of overdose patients, so I’d be glad to do it.
Jan: Thank you.
Sharon: So many people clinging to dangerous substances like this… it’s a sad time we live in.
Jan: Klaus said he did what he did because he wanted to be at peace. Absolute peace brought about by the Zohar… but what is the Zohar?
Melisse: Couldn’t it be this new narcotic? But... what’s the point of a false peace obtained through drugs?
Erich: I don’t know if it’s true or false, but only the individual person knows whether or not they can find purpose there. Nowadays everyone wants some kind of peace. They might be happy just to find something that gives it to them, even if it is artificial.
Jan: It’s strange that he talked about his loneliness with unfamiliar outsiders like us. He had to die before he could open up to someone else.
Sharon: Ironic, isn’t it? If he’d only gotten a little help while he was alive…
Mikhail: I don't know… Loneliness is a feeling everyone experiences, but I think it’s ultimately up to you to find a way to deal with that feeling. What do you think, Captain?
Jan: …
Mikhail: Captain?
Jan: Ah, yeah… I don’t know. Right now, I’d rather just enjoy my drink than think about the suspect.
Melisse: Captain, that’s weird coming from you… are you drunk?
Jan: No, I never drink enough to get drunk…
Sharon: Still working on your first one?
Mikhail: Man, if it only takes three-quarters of a glass, you’re hopeless. Kind of a lightweight, huh?
Sharon: Is that so? I feel a little bad for giving him a strong one…
Melisse: Captain? Are you okay? Ah – he fell asleep.
After sleeping it off, Jan wakes up to the face of a little boy.
Jan: Where am I…?
Joaquin: Hey mister, you’re a policeman, aren’t you? It says on your badge you're a special investigator.
Jan: …And you are?
Joaquin: I’m Joaquin. Hey, will you tell me a crime story?
Sharon: Joaquin, it’s time for bed. Don’t ask our guest so many questions!
Joaquin: O-kay. Hey, are you that guy Mom called “a very interesting person”?
Sharon: Joaquin! Joaquin, um… this person is just an acquaintance from work.
Joaquin: Reeeeally?
Sharon: You know I decided not to get involved with another policeman.
Joaquin: Because Papa died and left us?
Sharon: …That’s right. So let’s find a nice man with lots of free time and a desk job. Now go to sleep, sweetheart.
Joaquin: O-kay. Night, Mom.
Sharon: I’m sorry he woke you. Here, water and some medicine for intoxication.
Jan: Is he… your son?
Sharon: Yeah. He’s at that age where they ask questions about anything and everything.
Jan: Your husband was killed in the line of duty?
Sharon: It was a riot in the immigrant ward. ...Are you also at that inquisitive age?
Jan: …I’m sorry. Thank you for the blanket and the medicine. I should probably get going.
Sharon: If you go home now, you’ll be arrested for drunk driving. Why not rest here until the medicine takes effect?
Jan: It’s strange…
Sharon: What?
Jan: I think you’re both very interesting people too.