I walk into a pastry shop.
Just a pastry shop, right? Nothing unusual, strange, or involving mutant varieties of fog rock.
I walk in, and see a girl helping up another girl and a fat kitty waddling away from the scene.
I feel skepticism cross over my features as I wander further in, glancing over the delicious varieties of pastries, beverages, and foods so small I can't help think of them as anything other than 'treatsies.'
I wonder if they've got anything for a hungry Paramedic Aether-Borg Detective. . .