The witness

You were cycling home from college one day in May when all of a sudden there was a clamour behind you. Tires screeched and around the corner behind you came a car in a big hurry. You cursed and got out of the street. Three cop cars came barrelling after the first car before long and just to be sure you got away from the street some more. Then, to your shock, the car the cops were chasing crashed. You could only stare as a man got out of the driver's seat. Everything after that happened in a blur. The man pulled a gun and tried to grab a nearby woman, but the cops had gotten out of their cars and produced their own weapons. For a long, terrible moment you thought that the man was going to shoot but soon enough he put up his hands and he was arrested.

"Sir? Sir, are you okay?" a voice asked.

You were still staring and had been for a while. Later you were told you were probably in shock. When you looked in the direction of the voice you saw that a cop car stood right in front of you. Likewise, you missed that while you were in shock. A young woman sat behind the wheel, the passenger side window was rolled down, and she was looking up at you.

"Sir, are you okay?" she asked again.

"I think so" you told her. She looked at you then got out of the car, walking over to you.

"I don't think you are" she said, looking you in the eyes. "How long have you been standing there?"

"I...don't know" you said.

"I think you're in shock" the young officer said.

"What?" you said, honestly not comprehending. The officer put her hand on your arm and guided you to her car.

"Let's get you home" she said, helping you get in the car.

When asked later, you would have to confess that you had no idea how you'd gotten home. It was only when you came out of your shock that your mom told you that you had been brought by an officer. The week that your mom told you this, you got a phone call from the police. Apparently they had gotten your number from your mother. They needed to talk to you about what had happened. So, with a heavy heart, you went to the precinct and went inside. What awaited you there was something you had completely forgotten. Or, rather, someone you had forgotten

"Hello, can I help you?" a man behind the desk asked.

"Uh...yeah, I was called to come in for questioning about the thing that happened on Snyder Street?" you said.

"What's your name?" he asked. You told the man and he nodded. "Alright, I'll let officer Mitchell know you're here." You nodded and sat down on a chair that the officer indicated. It was a little over ten minutes later that a man approached you.

"Are you John Doe?" he asked.

"Yes sir" you said, standing up.

"I'm detective Furrows. I'm working with officer Mitchell on the incident that took place on Snyder. If you will follow me. Can I get you some coffee?" Furrows asked.

"No, thank you" you said, having been unable to eat or drink anything since you heard you were asked to come to talk to the police again.

"Alright" Furrows said, leading the way. You passed a few doors in silence and when you rounded a corner before getting showed to a room there she stood.

"'Tasha? I've got Mr. Doe here. He just arrived" Furrows said.

You stared at the gorgeous, petite cop. She was way too pretty to be a cop.

"You may not remember me" she said. "I brought you home after the incident."

"I ... don't, sorry" you said.

"That's quite alright. You were in shock after all" the officer told you. She extended her hand. "My name is officer Natasha Mitchell."