Inside (the holding cell) Finally, something interesting.... Bobby thought to himself as he looked up at the loud noise in the distance. Everything was back-to-back for awhile and then, when thrown into the holding cell, it all stopped. Bobby didn't handle the change well and was excited by the promise of commotion.
He watched down the hall, where the noise was coming from and hoped to see something interesting. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he hoped it was a rescue mission. Maybe his mom- he knew what she was like when she was angry- storming city hall, demanding release for her son.
Bobby looked to the Sheriff, and for once, wore a serious look.
"Well, pawt-nah, looks like you got a job to do..." He teased the man with his patronizing, exaggerated Long Island dialect. "You better hurry, too. That doesn't sound too safe."
Bobby gripped the bars before him, wishing he could break out and follow the commotion.