"I was with a guy last week who turned into a monster," Badd said, trying to raise her spirits. "He was fine in the morning and seemed to know what was going on."

He leaned against the counter, twisting a lollipop stick in his fingers. "But...I don't know what the rules are here," he admitted. "None of this is possible where I come from. I could tell you anything you want to know about crime scene analysis but monsters, that's a blank area for me."

That was the scariest part. He had to rely on flawed witness testimony and easily-manipulated senses and it terrified Badd to find himself unable to rely on the tools that had solved so many cases. He was a novice again, at the whims of a world he didn't understand.