If you're not too busy at the cop shop, I've got a pain in the ass project you might be able to shed some light on. Hasn't killed anyone that I know of, but it ties into that week you spent handcuffed underground.

[Carol has definitely had better days. Waking up and finding that all the orange juice in her fridge had been turned to whiskey was bad enough. Finding almost ever water bottle she picked up during the day filled with some other form of alcohol was even worse. When she brewed herself a pot of coffee only to find it turn to kahlua was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Now she sits in front of her phone in the teacher's lounge during her lunch break. She's running a hand through her hair in a manner that could almost be seen as nervous.]

Hey, I don't like doing this, but...[she takes a deep breath] I can't be the only one this weird alcohol thing is happening to. If I am and this is some kind of joke, please cut it out.

[After running her hand through her hair again she fixes the camera with a look that is some strange mix of pleading and stubbornness]

If you see me around and I ask you to taste test something, just please, go with it.

Thanks.