(Sorry if this looks all jumbled)
Justin Williamson paced nervously in his darkened apartment. A ball of pent up energy, he has not been able to sleep since his girlfriend and future fiancée went missing over a week ago. Burning through his accrued sick and vacation time, he has spent the hours looking through photos of happier times while drowning his sorrows in Black Label. Justin eventually falls into a fitful drunken sleep on his couch, clutching a picture of Christina at Starved Rock State Park, while dropping his tumbler of liquor on the floor.
While he was passed out, Justin missed three phone messages. "Justin, it's me Eugene.