Carl is taking a stab at using the police department. Granted he's more than ninety percent sure his dad isn't here. But he doesn't want to go to school and there's nothing else he can do. Sitting down at watch TV is something he can do, but he doesn't really want to do that either.

But at least he manages to clean up and get some fresh, clean clothes for once. His hair looks like it needs a serious comb over, but that's a typical boy thing.

He walks up to a guy who looks like a desk clerk. "Hi. Is this where you can find other imPorts, like me? I need to find someone."