"Mornin', sunshine. The usual?" "Yes, please. And a blueberry muffin today, I think." "Blueberry, huh? Feeling adventurous?" "You could say that. Or maybe I'm just craving something sweet." "Aren't we all? Here you go, one large black coffee and a blueberry muffin." "Thank you. Say, have you heard about old Mrs. Jenkins?" "What about her?" "I heard she's been acting strange lately. Talking to herself, wandering around at night." "That so? Well, she's always been a bit odd, hasn't she?" "True, but this seems different. You don't think...?" "What? That she's lost her marbles? Nah, I think she's just lonely since Mr. Jenkins passed." "Maybe. But I swear I saw a light in her house last night, around 2 AM." "Could be anything. Maybe she couldn't sleep." "Or maybe she's not alone." "What are you suggesting?" "I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just saying it's strange." "Well, this is a small town. Strange is our middle name." "I suppose you're right. Thanks for the coffee and muffin." "Anytime. And remember, if you see something, say something. But let's not jump to conclusions, okay?" "Right. Have a good day." "You too."