Todd, being the only policeman there, had to leave soon. Just one more check on everyone, especially Eduardo, should let him sleep. As he walked, he saw all them seeming to get along, some were arguing which he had to smack at the bars and get their attention, showing he was still here and could still intimidate them. So they shut up. As he walked near the ends, he looked at the last ceil, Eduardo's.

He was in the same spot, the food not touched. Well, can't call it food, when it's just slop on a tray and be known as 'food' so he didn't blame him for not eating it, but why not the whole thing? Ever since he came here, which was maybe months, he rarely ate, then refused to step out his ceil, refused to move out his spot, refused to spot then refuse to eat. He still drink water, thank god, but..still.

Todd sighed and quickly got a water bottle and slid it through, catching Eduardo's attention. He moved his eyes only to look and there laid the bottle. He then looked at the wall. Todd was about to walk off when he noticed something... Something off. Nothing too big, yet nothing too small, nothing to quickly catch your attention but nothing to not until later when you think deeply in thoughts...

The mirror was shattered.

Glass shards were on the floor, he could only imagine what had happened. Eduardo must've punched it, since he does sometimes have a tendency to randomly punch things, he even punched a wall and left a crack, his knuckles in small bits of pain which were like people getting a needle with multiple sharp little knives that suddenly stab into your knuckles and stab it constantly until you start passing out and it gets weaker.

Todd examined the glass shards and realised some looked stained. With blood. That wasn't normal. Unless Eduardo was aggressively head banging against the god damn mirror, leaving some blood, he either accidentally cut himself, or purposefully... He shook his head and unlocked the ceil, slowly walking inside. Making sure to block him off, though.

He can't escape, Todd wish he could just let him go but...he can't, no matter what he does. He can't do anything. Unless they prove he's innocent. Not guilty. But they need Edd for that, who can't be found. Todd squat down and grabbed the back of his shirt, not in a aggressive way, but in a way to tell him 'hey, turn around.' Which he didn't. He was resistant as always.

Todd was worried for him so he didn't want to leave him here, come back, then see him dead on the floor in some blood from cuts. He just wasn't allowing that. Ever. So he grabbed his shoulders and turned him down and pulled out his arms, straight like pipes so he could see if he had been harmed or harmed himself. If he did, then he'd have to get bandages and wrap them up.

...at least his suspension helped...