[ WP ] `` There was glitter all over the crime scene . ''

`` Detective Ulrich, What am I supposed to be looking at?''.... I have before me a taped off *murder scene* with *No* body. *No* blood. Not much of *anything* really.... Except glitter.... Everywhere. 
 
 `` We have signs of forced entry. The door has been pried open with a crowbar or screwdriver, something with a flat base. There's definitely been some sort of struggle, as you can see from the kids bed knocked across the room and the scratched up laminate flooring.'' 
 
 `` Okay...? So why are we treating this like a murder?'' puzzled. This should n't be with Homicide. It's a home intrusion at best... 
 
 `` We have testimony from the child. Describing a lone knifeman stabbing her friend.''... He gestures towards to little girl who's room it is. 
 
 I step closer and she's sobbing into her mothers arms, I lean down `` Hi honey, can you help me? I'm the detective. A special police-man trying to get to the bottom of what happened? Can you tell me what the bad man did?'' 
 
 Still sobbing, she does a stabbing motion. `` The bad man killed Mr Pickles... `` 
 
 `` Who is Mr Pickles, honey?'' 
 
 `` He's her imaginary friend.....'' 
 
 *Great, I'm investigating the death of imagination....*
