Cop comes through the door, looks at me, looks at Professor Blat, goes Are you okay, Ms. Cleary? Blat still hasn't moved, blood all over the place. I go, Why are you asking me? I like got nervous all of a sudden, Am I missing something? I'm all looking myself over, Am I the one covered in blood?

He's Can you tell me what happened here?

Hell yes, I can tell you what happened. I slugged the son-of-a-bitch.

Sherlock lays his fingers on Blat's neck and says He's still alive.

Well no shit he's still alive! I hit the guy! I didn't put a bullet through his forehead!

He's all Calm down, Ms. Cleary. Everything's going to be all right.

Then, shit, I don't hardly ever do this: I've got my hands over my eyes and I'm crying. I'm sobbing like a baby.