You walk into your empty office. You don't turn on the lights. Why bother?
You became a PI because you were trying to fill a hole that can never be filled. You already knew that. Remember?
How did you do?
Your office has always been dark and dingy, cluttered with boxes and files, but these past few months of idleness and defeat have only made the situation worse. You kept digging out photos and reports from old cases, fighting to cling to some sense of purpose, to give yourself something to do, and you never bothered putting anything back until the chaos made it impossible to sort through anyway.
You will never be able to put it all back together. You know that much.
Your professional choices have always been rather unorthodox. An empty office was always the risk. You knew that all along. Right?
So here you are. A PI with no cases left to solve.
Months ago, you dreamt of being a good PI. The best even, why not?
Wasn't there a point when you were actually good at this? Like, really good at your job?
You look at the brick view of your dirty window. It's not much to look at, but it does offer perspective.
To think you could be the best. How could you have been so naive?
You check your calendar, out of habit more than anything. It's empty, of course.
There is little chance of anyone knocking on your door today. Almost no one has for months.
What do you do?