It was a dark and stormy night. The detective, Gingy Eberhart, was walking home from his day at work. He had been worked till near death all because of a missing AC unit. The thing that bothered Gingy the most though, was the strange man that stumbled into his office. he was just at his desk, sipping his creamy coffee, when a man, probably in his mid 30's, slammed open his door and barged in. "l-listen man, you gotta help me!" he stuttered, "Woah Woah Woah there, this is a police business building. you can't just barge in like that." Gingy told the man, "Yeah? Well, then how come nobody else will help me? I'm being hunted down here!" he near-shouted at Gingy, "alright.......sit down, tell me everything!" Gingy commanded the man.

 The man reluctantly sat down, and started his story, "It all started a week ago. I had gotten a phone call from an unknown number saying, 'you gave me terrible trouble in the past, now, I'm gonna hunt you down and skin you alive.' of course, I passed it along as a prank call, besides I had never done anything wrong to nobody in my past!" the man told Gingy. "hmm...it appears you are not telling me all of the story, what exactly is your name?" Gingy interrogated the man. "w-well...you know what?" the man said getting up, "I think this is all a misunderstanding, I'll get out of your hair." and just like that, the man was gone. it was the strangest day of Gingy's career. soon after that, he was dismissed from his duty, and we walked home. when he reached his apartment, he walked up the steps and found the door locked.

 'oh yeah,' he suddenly remembered, 'there's a new protocol. all doors are locked at 9:00 PM...how did I forget that?' he pushed a button by the door and called to his apartment. hopefully, his girlfriend was still in the apartment. when he pushed the button, he heard a loud *BUZZ* for a minute, then heard a sweet voice say, "Hello? Who's there?" he answered saying, "it's me! Gingy!" and the voice replied, "aww man, I thought it was the pizza guy!" After she said that, the door magically unlocked with a *click* and he walked right in. When he got in, he looked around. The inside of the apartment was like any other apartment, a wooden floor, green wallpaper with some paintings on it, and some other decorations.

 He walked up the stairs to the 4th floor and looked for which door was his--number 177 was the number, and it was all the way in the back. He walked down the hall and stopped at his door. He got out one of his keys and unlocked the door. He opened it, and found the desirable smell of a flower, 'Ginger must have been gardening again,' he said to himself. He walked in to find, just as he thought, his girlfriend watering the flowers. His girlfriend's name was Ginger Baskamet. They had met during an investigation about a kidnapping. She was the victim. Gingy was the one who found her. After that, it was like a click, and they fell for each other." So, how was work?" she asked him. "Oh you know, boring, had to shoot some people, the usual." he joked around.

"Hmm...well, then how about instead of cooking, we go out to eat!" she said excitedly, "like a date?" Gingy said, "Sure! why not!" Ginger said putting away her gardening tools. Gingy and Ginger both got dressed and got ready to go out. They then realized that it was a little late for eating, but they went anyway. Ginger was dressed casually: a small dress and pants. Gingy was also dressed in a casual outfit, but Ginger thought it was more like a suit. They took a cab to the metro station and walked down the stairs to the train. While they were waiting, Gingy saw a lady being harassed by a man. it seemed that that man was the lady's husband. Ginger nudged him, a sign to do something, and Gingy walked up to the couple. "You think that your so good, eh?" the husband scolded his wife slapping her across the face.

Gingy grabbed the man's shirt and threw him to the ground. Everybody stared at him while he did it. A group of men started towards him. He thought he might have had a beat down, but it was the man who would get one. The man got up, cursing like a sailor, and looked like he was about to punch Gingy. The group of men, ran over and tackled the old drunk, and pinned him to the ground. the wife just watched as this happened. She then looked at Gingy, "I do hope that I didn't cause any trouble." Gingy said to her. he then heard a baby crying. There was a stroller right next to the wife. The wife walked over to the stroller, picked up the baby and cradled it. Ginger walked over, and asked, "Is the baby ok?" the wife replied, "yes, I do believe that he is ok." Ginger walked over to look at the baby, and so did Gingy.

 the baby was about a few months old and looked as cute as any baby would. ginger poked gingy on the shoulder, indicating it was time to go. the man had been taken away and probably arrested. Gingy and ginger waved goodbye to the wife and walked to the train. the train station was surprisingly empty, except for a few people and one police officer. he and ginger waited for the last train to arrive, it was getting late so the train station would close soon, and when the train arrived, they got on the train. the train had been empty except for the few people there. the most remarkable people there was the train conductor or operator, and his daughter, "please Jane, just sit down!" the train conductor said to his daughter Jane.

 "but dad, what if I don't want to? what if I want to drive the train! I mean, I'm old enough!" Jane said to her father. "Jane, even if you are old enough, I can't just LET you drive the train!" the operator argued. Gingy, fed up with the train not moving, walked over to the arguing duo, "excuse me?" gingy greeted him to them. they both looked startled at him and stopped arguing. the train conductor looked like he needed a second pair of pants, "s-so sorry mister! just a few complications!" the operator stuttered. "yeah, deferentially some complications..." Jane shot at her father. her father shot a disappointed face at her daughter. "Um... I don't mean to interrupt any ... arguments ....but...can we get the train moving?" gingy asked the duo,

"of course! I'll get right on that!" the operator said to gingy, and pulled his daughter into another room. gingy walked back to where he and ginger were sitting, and sat down. in the room was the police officer from earlier, an old lady and her helper, and the same man who had asked for help earlier. it had been a few minutes and the train had finally started moving. the time of the ride had not been that memorable to gingy, only that somewhere in the ride, there had been a flicker of lights, a scream, and when the lights came back on, there was a dead body on the floor and the train had stopped moving. the first thing that he heard was the scream of ginger. he was shocked himself at the sight of the dead body. it was the same man who said that he was in trouble.

he got up, put some gloves on that he carried in his pocket, and checked if he was alive. there were three remarkable things about him. first, he was stabbed who knows how many times. second, he still had a knife sticking out of his chest. third, looked like he was fake. suddenly. he was jolted awake by his girlfriend. 

thank god, it was just a dream. when he opened his eyes, gingers face was full of fear. "what is it?" gingy asked. all ginger did was stand up, and motioned him to follow her. in the next room. everybody was crowded around something. when he got closer, he could see that on the floor, was the body of the man who asked for help. his back was bloody, and had a bullet wound in it. his detective skills responded immediately.

"who found the body?" was the first question he asked. the operator pointed to a young man near the corner of the train cabin. he walked over to the young man, hoping that he could get answers. "sir, you are the one who found the body, right?" he asked him. his response was a simple nod. "and, do you know this man?" he asked, "no..." the man replied. gingy took out a notepad, and started jotting down notes, "what's your name sir?" gingy asked the man, "its Abe, Abe Johnson." when gingy was done questioning the man, he decided to ask the train conductor how long until the train got to another station. he walked out of the room and headed towards the front of the train. the door to the control room looked like it was out of a fallout game.

it had large locks, bars, keep-out signs, and many other things that were meant to keep people out. gingy knew that the new door modifications were for the conductor's protection. many train hijacks were happening and the train county decided to modify the door's so that only the conductors could get in. gingy knocked on the door, but then heard a small mechanical noise, and saw a camera looking at him in the corner. He waved to the camera, and then flashed his badge at the camera. He heard loud, "CLUNKS" and the sound of locks being taken off, and then the door opened to find the conductor's daughter. "yes?" she said in an angry voice, gingy could see that she must have been very busy reading.

the lady, in particular, looked to be a couple years younger than gingy, she was wearing a pink T-shirt and jeans." there has been a murder, I need to talk to the conductor." gingy calmly replied to her, "right, then how come we didn't see anything on the camera monitors? Get out of here!" she started to close the door, so gingy pushed his way in. Suddenly, a large wrench was thrown at him, luckily, he ducked right before impact. unfortunately, one of the passengers went to the front of the train looking for the bathroom and got his head clunked in. gingy pulled his gun and aimed it at the person who threw the wrench. it was the train conductor. he was holding another wrench in his hand, but then dropped it quickly and put his hands up.

his daughter did the same. "ok, I think we all got off the wrong foot here, how about we all settle down?" gingy asked, slowly putting his gun down, "look, you can have the train, just don't hurt my daughter!" the conductor said. it took a minute for gingy to realize, but then he started laughing, "no no no, I don't want the train! I'm a detective! I only drew on you, because you threw a wrench at me! speaking of wrench...." gingy said looking at the man laying on the floor behind him, "I'm ok," the man groaned, "I think I 'ma just take a little nap though." he mumbled, getting up, and heading to a group of chairs, and laying down on them. "sorry about that! anyway, you said there was a murder?" the conductor asked.

right before gingy answered, the train jolted to a complete stop. the conductor, gingy, and the conductor's daughter were was thrown forward, to the floor. it felt like the train was going off its railings, and there were sparks going everywhere. when the train finally stopped, the first thing the conductor said was, "JANE! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" and his daughter Jane replied, "nothing! you saw me right next to you!" and then they started getting into another argument, so big, that gingy had to fire his gun in the air to shut them up. "all right you two, I don't care whether you think that one did something, or one didn't do anything, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE TRAIN?"gingy near-screamed at them.

the conductor got to work quickly, and Jane was a little impressed, embarrassed, or even scared with gingy's outburst, gingy couldn't tell, but she got to work too. " it's our emergency breaks! someone pulled it!" the conductor said, "all right, well that's a start." gingy then remembered that there was an emergency brake switch near the back of the train. gingy got out of the control room and started running to the back, hoping he could catch whoever pulled the breaks. he rushed past the confused and scared people and finally was able to get to the back.

he tried the door, but it was locked, so he busted his way in, to find nobody there. he looked around, and found not much.there were a few seats, door's, and the emergency brake switch. then, he looked up to find a hatch to the roof of the train. he stood on one of the seats, and jumped to the hatch, lifting himself up. he searched the top of the train for anything but saw that nobody was there. he did find a pen that had the entitlements, P.J. on them. he sat on the roof of the train for a while, but then saw that next to the train, was an abandoned train station! he stood, and started walking forward on the train, and jumped down to, what looked like, a loading dock.

 he ran around, looking for an exit, but saw that the only exit, was an elevator that was out of juice. sadly, he walked back to the train, to find the door's locked. when he was finally able to get the doors open, he called everybody outside to the train station, for questioning. when everybody was outside, he held up the pen he found, and asked, "does anybody here have a first name starting with P and last name starting with J?" yet, nobody went forward to claim their pen. gingy thought for a moment, then had a plan, "look, whoever owns this pen is the murderer. so I would suggest-" right away, the police officer went forward and yelled, "I am not a murderer!" but then shut his mouth, realizing that he gave himself away.

"sp, 'PJ,' is this your pen?" gingy asked, handing him the pen. the police officer took it and stuck it in his back pocket. mumbles and murmurs started in the crowd of people, the detective calmed them down by saying, "do not worry! I lied about the murderer being the owner of the pen!" and everybody sighed in relief. gingy told the police officer to wait inside and explained that he would question all of them one at a time. to keep the people calm, he deputized the train conductor and his daughter, since they were the only people he knew didn't murder the man, besides ginger. he walked inside the train and sat down on a seat opposite side of the police officer. "so, why did you pull the brakes?" he asked the police officer,

 "I didn't! i swear! the only reason you found my pen was it was stolen!" the police officer replied frantically, "a stolen pen? normally people don't steal pen's." gingy said, suspiciously looking at the police officer. "look, I know I'm not in a good spot right now, but I have an alibi!" the police officer stated. "yeah? with who?" gingy cross-examined, "cause if your lying about an alibi, you might actually be the murderer." gingy said, getting up from his seat. the police officer did the same and said, "ask the old lady! she'll tell ya!" there was only one old lady nearby, so gingy walked out of the train and asked for the old lady and her caretaker to come inside. the old lady was frail and was wearing a large fur coat and a scarf that looked too big for her entire body. the caretaker was almost the old lady's age,