The creases around his mouth deepen again and he sighs; "One, you couldn't pay me enough to want your job. Two, I've been thinking about what the hell happened too - I just can't deal with it, Karen."

It's not easy to admit something's out of his league, but it's the honest to god truth.

"What are we supposed to do about it? Admit we've both lost our minds and there isn't some weird door in the back of the evidence room and worry about whether or not we'll end up in the parking lot when we try to leave the station?"

He's on a roll, "I can't even open a door at my house without double checking it actually leads where it's supposed to."