The Chief Inspector was on a search for eccentricity, absurdity, and impracticability.
She hit the motherlode.
This man was teetering on the edge of insanity.
His counterweight was equally unstable of faculties.
Eventually, they came into equilibrium.
For a brief period, he had both feet in the ground.
Then some of his peers encouraged him to soar higher.
And he rose to his feet with a new since of balance and purpose.
The boy found his place.
Then the peers disappeared.
All that was left were these artifacts.