You and Becky run down the road, as though the devil himself were chasing you, running for your very lives. You throw open the double doors to the police station, slamming them behind you, hyperventilating.
"Can I help you, girls?" asks a middle-aged woman dressed in a police uniform sitting behind the desk. She stares at you sternly, looking rather like she'd like to arrest you.
"Look, this is going to sound insane, but you've got something out there!" you say, not caring how crazy you do or don't sound to the officer.
"Go on?" she says, sounding neither intrigued or convinced of your mortal terror.
"Look, seriously, there's werewolves out there!" you tell her, realizing how foolish you sound.