Dib

In the darkness of a disastrous room, lies the most promising paranormal investigator at the moment, it's not like there's much competition. Dib hadn't left his room in weeks. Various devices, blueprints, voodoo dolls, chemicals, and ectoplasm jars are scattered at his desk. He couldn't have looked worse, with greasy hair and a stain of some unknown substance on his trench coat, Dib probably hasn't showered in several days.
When something moves on one the millions of monitors Dib quickly takes a seat at his desk, the blue light from the screens illuminating his notes with terrible handwriting. Dib shuffles through them, absorbed in his most recent evidence.
"Finally. Everyone will believe..."
It's a dead end and Dib knows it, but he can't give up so easily, not when he's so focused on this. Although the right distraction may take his mind off things.