It's been days and HM still hasn't given me anything to do. I feel more useless than I did back home.
There are still no leads on Schulze or Matthews or whatever his name is. Whoever he is, he's good at keeping his information under lock and key.
I'm losing my mind with all the dead ends that we've hit. Every day I feel like coming here was a waste.
"So you really just don't want to get married again?" Dee asks for the third time.
"For the last time, no, I don't. I don't even want to. Now can someone please get me something to do? I'm bored out of my mind." I land on the couch and regret it instantly as a spring pushes me back up.
"Ok fine can you please hand me the screwdriver with the blue handle on Star's desk?"
"Finally."
I skip to the desk with tools scattered all over it and search for the screwdriver she asked for. Turns out there's three screwdrivers on the table. I can tell that one of them has a red handle.
