Write about: identity.
The latest brigade of helpers/visitors have arrived. Should I feel bad that I listed helpers ahead of visitors?
"Sorry about all this," the police officer said with a slight shrug. "We're a busy station and every now and again a wire gets crossed here and there."
"Don't worry about it," I replied. "I'm just glad things got sorted out."
"Sure, us too. Just have a seat and we'll get your belongings out of evidence. Shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes."
I nodded my thanks but didn't sit beat. After a prolonged stay in an interview room with two cranky detectives, I just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
Besides, if they figured out who I really was my stay would become unpleasantly permanent.