"You okay?" Halvorson asked softly (handing him a coffee). "Oh, sure," Watts replied. "Another day, another dollar." They sipped in silence for a while, then Halvorson continued. "Not every day has a brand new homicidal maniac in it." "Truth," Watts responded with a chuckle, "but you eventually get desensitized - even to big things like this." "Jesus, I can't imagine," Halvorson whispered. "Give yourself twenty years. Somebody will ask you if you're okay and interrupt you lost in thought, making a list of names you'd like to give the killer." Watts drained his cup and stared off into the distance.