“People in this town used to look up to me – even the adults,” Abe laments, some two decades on from his heyday. He’s still plying his trade from the same location, only it’s a new generation of teens enlisting his services in the hope of finding a missing silver bracelet, locating a lost feline, or determining whether their friend was lying about where he went at the weekend. Finances are okay (even though he’s still mostly paid in quarters), but the house is a mess and his now disappointed parents have to regularly bring him groceries to make sure he’s eating okay.