"Hey, someone's coming in," the apparent homeless man said, breaking Bartlett out of his thoughts.
It was a man in a police officer's uniform. Bartlett didn't recognize him, and he thought he knew every officer in the station. The fact the stranger looked uncertain indicated he probably didn't belong in this outfit either.
"Look, I'm not a police officer," he said.
"And we're not supposed to be in here. I'm Detective Bartlett," he replied.
"Yes, well, everyone in the station says they've changed. We can't know who to believe or not. So until we sort this out, you're staying where you are. You can scream all you want about it."
He turned and left, leaving Bartlett to look at the cell door. There had to be a way out of whatever this was.
