Patience was not high on Nick's list of virtues at the moment and he leaned forward with pursed lips. "Those were questions," he remarked peevishly, "Precursors, I suppose, to whatever other fucking questions you're going to ask. The answer to your pre-questions is still no. There's no video footage or files or anything about this Teddy motherfucker and I don't like repeating myself, Kaplan, so stop asking. Now- what else did you need to ask? If I've had a beer with Santa Claus lately? Given a handjob to the Easter Bunny? There's a world out there to take care of and you're in here pestering me about your imaginary friends!" Even as he ranted Nick knew he was being a little unfair, but he was tired and he was cranky and something about the kid's anxiety put him on edge.