We've come full circle

You're sitting alone in your car.

It's dark.

It's cold.

It's really no place to be,

but you were told you were to receive a package.

A man in a dark coat

and low-brimmed hat

steps up to the side of your car

and raps on the window.

You roll it down a few inches,

and he slips a manila folder through.

Inside are several envelopes,

each labeled with a name.

There's at least a dozen of them.

Maybe more.

(It's a big folder.)

Inside them are pictures.

Dossiers.

Police reports.

You suddenly remember the names.

Recognize them.

However unfortunate it may be,

you've come

full

circle.

Because Jellicles are and Jellicles do

Jellicles do and Jellicles would