After the meet and greet over at the school and a dinner that could only be described as delicious at the Mayor's, Squig sat quietly looking into the fire trying to make sense out of the day's events.  He was in his own apartment.  It was small, only a great room attached to the kitchen and one bed room. And it was located over the Sheriff's office/Jail, but it had this wonderful flagstone fireplace and the town had stocked the refrigerator with food.    For the first time in his entire life, he had his own place.  He looked around trying to decide where he would put his sports posters and Ravens memorabilia.

It seemed as though his entire life had changed in an instant.  He was no longer Squig, the slacker.  He was now Sheriff Igmewkowski and that had a really nice sound.  Of course it had been several years since college, But he knew there were online classes he could take and some books he could order.  It wouldn't take him too long to, as they say, get back in the saddle.

He stretched, yawned, and  as he curled his tail around his legs, he realized  that for the first time in maybe forever he had a purpose.  So he made a mental vow, that he Squigman Igmewkowski, would be the kind of Sheriff this town deserved and he would make Trixie, Annie, Yvette and Dweeze proud.