Dream takes place in a college dorm room. I am about to lock up when the dean tries to burst into my room.
Dean: Open up! We've got to find him!
Jake: Listen. I know my rights. Come back when you've got a warrant.
I close the door and am about to lock it again when a portly detective accompanied by a police officer in a flak vest push the door open.
Detective: Here's your warrant.
The detective pushes past me into the room and starts rifling through my things.
Detective: Okay, where's your stash. Every college student's got a stash.
Jake: Um, aren't you supposed to be looking for a missing person?
The detective pauses and looks at me, then resumes search without rifling through my things.
Detective: Right. Sorry. Force of habit.
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