She thinks you're crazy.

"Sir, there is no dog here." Jackson says, taking her hand away from her sidearm. She shows her hands to you to show that she's unarmed as well. "I do not know if there was anything in the food you ate or if you are off your medication, but you are in need of psychiatric assistance. I'm going to ask you to get into my vehicle so that I can take you back to the station, where you'll be safe for the night."

"Officer," you scoff, shaking your head. "I know it sounds like it, but I'm not crazy. See, I was kidnapped last night..." You recount the story to her of your ****, meeting Cerebos, finding yourself in Pancre National Park covered in blood, turning into some sort of canine creature, then back home, and how you were hungry and went out to get food, conveniently forgetting to mention your involvement with Starchild and Moondance.

By the time you've finished your story, Jackson has her hand on your shoulder and has walked you to her car. "That's a very active imagination, sir. I'm sure your doctor or caretaker will be delighted to hear it when they pick you up from the station tomorrow. Watch your head." The door closes shut and you scowl out the window.

"What do you think you're doing?" Cerebos asks from the outside, steaming the window with his breath.

"Because you kept bugging me," you snap at the window, as Jackson starts the engine, "I'm now on the way to lockup. How's that help your plan then?"

"I wonder..." Cerebos muses, as you're being driven away. Jackson radios in that she's bringing you in for the night and requesting a doctor to check you for **** and ****.