{12th precinct} The spark of creation, won't let me rest at all
[Buffy makes it about as far as the front desk of the precinct before she pitches forward, her forehead hitting her arm as she comes to a stop. there were days when she thought being a cop was super duper awesome, and then there were days when she wished that criminals were nonexistent, and or that they had all left New York City. That they had run far, far away to somewhere like Iceland where they would be the Icelandic police's problem, not hers]
They run. Why do they always run?
They run. Why do they always run?