The ball must be here, Gangaram thought as he finally chose to explore the first floor of Excellent Services Complex. He climbed up the stairs, drawing several arcs in the air along the way and reached the scene of what was no longer a crime.

Much to his delight, he found the ball tucked away in a corner (Cricketers know instantly where to look for a ball. They don't need the help of law enforcement officers). His happiness was short lived though, as he noticed the ball wasn't all by itself, but had company.

Burphy, Chowkilal, Kiran and Sara's family were pointing in the direction of the window and the ball and were having an animated conversation, with Sara running her palm repeatedly over her head. The cricketer that he was, Gangaram instantly knew he should leave the ball to wilt and die there. After all, he had a hunch too and he called it Gangaram's Gut. He retraced his steps and was just about to leave, when Burphy spotted him.

"Hey! Who are you? Why are you slithering away? Come here."

Gangaram couldn't flee. He knew who Burphy was and how he would eventually catch up with him some day. "I am a taxi driver sir," Gangaram said meekly as he walked towards Burphy in measured steps.

"Is that why you are dressed in whites?"

"Yes sir. That's our uniform, sir."

"Good boy. I like youngsters who respect the law." Burphy gave Gangaram a pat on the back and turned to Doctor Kich.

"Doctor Kich, your taxi is here. You may leave now. Good night," Burphy said. Gangaram didn't know whether to curse his luck or bless the devil.

"Hey you! Drive slowly and take them to the hospital fast." Gangaram shook his head vigorously.

Cleopatra mumbled, "Idiot," from within her storage pouch. Burphy winced but didn't care to turn her off this time.