The Wallet

Fire found a wallet lying on the ground. “Sir, is this yours?” he called out to a scruffy-looking guy who was glancing around nervously.

The man looked left and right before responding, “…Yes?” he said hesitantly.

Fire smirked. “Oh, there’s an ID in here…” He pulled it out, holding it up next to the man’s face for a moment, clearly showing that the two didn’t match at all. “Are you… Blibers Flobers?”

The guy fidgeted, avoiding eye contact. “Yes, haha, that’s me! Good ol’ Blibers!” he replied, his voice a little too high-pitched.

“Hey, aren’t you the one responsible for that big disaster everyone is talking about?” Fire probed, raising an eyebrow.

The man started sweating. “Oohpsi-doopsie, that was me! Don’t tell anyone, alright? Now, just give my wallet back, haha!”

Fire chuckled. “Ha, gotcha! I made this name up.”

Just then, an officer strolled over, hands behind his back. It was Boulder, who was on duty that day. “Hey, what’s happening here?”

“Oh, I’m glad you’re here,” Fire replied. “We just found this wallet, and we’re trying to track down the owner.”

Boulder glanced at the ID. “Let me see.” After a quick inspection, he snorted. “What an ugly face. Good luck in your next life.” He then pocketed the cash before handing the wallet back to Fire.

“Good luck with your quest, sir,” the officer said with a dismissive wave as he walked away, still looking up at the sky.