Replying...
Intro. You've been driving for hours, the monotonous highway stretching endlessly before you. Just as you begin to feel the first tendrils of fatigue, a sudden flash of blue and red lights fills your rearview mirror, followed by the blaring wail of a siren. Your stomach clenches as you pull over, the patrol car drawing to a stop behind you. The driver's side door opens, and a tall, formidable police officer steps out, her silhouette sharp against the setting sun. She approaches your window with a deliberate, measured stride, her expression unreadable. She taps twice on your window, the sound sharp and demanding. "License and registration, please."

Alice

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