Willa marched into The Ends of The Earth and plopped herself on a stool next to Walter, who was face down, leaning on his arm, muttering something to himself.
He looked up when she sat down, but didn't say anything to her, just staring off into space past Leo, who was shining a glass, stereotypically.
"I've got the necklace Walter," she announced, dangling it next to him.
Walter didn't respond.
Willa peered at him. "Walter," she repeated, snapping her fingers in front of his face, which only earned her a dirty look. "What's wrong with you today?"
"I have a headache. And I'm tired," Walter muttered, frowning at them.
"Right," Leo said. "Well, I guess that's what happens when you stay up all night setting up a model of an old lady's home, complete with balls of fluff for animals."
Walter glared at him. "Didn't you have something to do Leo?"
Leo only laughed, but headed out the door.
"Here," Willa offered, holding it out for him to grab.
Walter reached for it, but missed. "Willa, I'm not in the mood," he warned.
"For what?" she asked. "I didn't do anything."
"You moved it," he said irritably.
She frowned at him. "No, I didn't."
Walter glared at her, but attempted again, and this time managed to snatch it out of her hands.
She frowned again. "Leo, Walter's being weirder than normal," she announced when the other man came back into the room, carting a box under one of his massive arms.
He set it down before turning to them. "New weird or just different weird?"
She examined Walter for a moment before turning back to Leo. "New weird. I don't like it. You try talking to him."
With that she hopped off the stool and headed out of the bar.
Leo sat down next to Walter at the counter. The necklace was dangling from his fingers, and he was watching it intently.
"Is that for the case?" Leo asked.
"The case?" Walter echoed.
"Yes Walter. The case. The old woman who came in because she was sure her grandson had stolen her jewellery, and you were convinced that she'd just misplaced it."
Walter continued to look at the necklace, not acknowledging Leo. "Oh. Right. No, this is something else."
He gathered the necklace into one hand and rubbed his head with the other.
"Do we have any of the good drugs? The other things really aren't cutting it for the headache."
Leo frowned. "No Walter. We do not have any prescription medications that would help with your headache."
He hopped down from his seat, swaying slightly.
"Are you alright Walter?" Leo asked with concern.
Walter waved the hand away that Leo offered. "Me? Of course. I'm fine Leo. Peachy keen. Just a headache. But if we don't have any drugs, I think I'll just take a nap. That should help."
He headed off towards his bedroom.
"Tell Willa to come get me if she finds the thing. She'll know what it means!" he called over his shoulder.
Leo watched him go, shaking his head.