Well, you see, five years ago was when I last saw my son. He was ten years old back then. It was a book with blank pages, which he filled up with dozens of pictures and drawings.
He takes a sip of his drink.
What happened to it, I don't know. Neither does my lieutenant. Probably was thrown into an incinerator during the decontamination process of my ship.
I can't believe I'm telling a most-wanted about this. Well, what happened - as far as I know - is that he was kidnapped during a school excursion on Manhattan. The police searched for him for a while, but they've long since given up.