A police car pulls up as the ambulance pulls away.
"Officer?" the nanny asks.
"Yes, ma'am. Any problem?"
"Well, that poor mailman had a stroke, and I think that boy over there may have stolen his ring."
"You think?"
"Well, the mailman was examining the boy who was dazed when he fell after running into the pram. And when he got up, and said he was having a stroke, I noticed the ring on his finger. Which is odd because I didn't notice it when he arrived. That's something about single women, we always look at a man's ring finger, no matter how old we get. And after he had his stroke, the ring was gone." She nodded toward the confused fireman now in the skate punk's body. A gold ring glinted on his finger.
"We'll check it out," said the first policeman. He turned to his partner and whispered, "Could be the mailman lifted it from the kid, and the kid took it back. Either way, we may be a little richer once we confiscate it--if it's real."
The officers get out of the car and approach Dan.
"What's your name son?"
"Dan."
"Got any ID?"
"ID?" Dan reaches into his pocket and pulls out a wallet. It is unfamiliar as is the hairless arm holding it. He blinks as the officer grabs the wallet.
"Says, "STEVE" you shouldn't lie to a police officr, Steve."