LeverPuller
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The dust sucked. I felt like I was back unloading deliveries as a teenager. It sat 5mm thick on every surface in the room. I coughed, hard. But it was the last room, and I had to search.
Still not over that bloody cold. This won't help, either.
Nevertheless, here I was. Searching this dusty room, empty of life for years, for this thing.
I opened one of the drawers. A rat scurried away, out of its escape hole it had gnawed from the back of the furniture. There were some leftover clothes in and among the dust and rat droppings. I grabbed the top one and pulled it out.
Still not over that bloody cold. This won't help, either.
Nevertheless, here I was. Searching this dusty room, empty of life for years, for this thing.
I opened one of the drawers. A rat scurried away, out of its escape hole it had gnawed from the back of the furniture. There were some leftover clothes in and among the dust and rat droppings. I grabbed the top one and pulled it out.
Well the dust may have improved it. Maybe.
I kept searching drawers. A hat here, a scarf there. Nothing to write home about. I even found a print-off of the good old days, someone who'd love Biff so much that they'd elected to save the Richmond Information Kiosk in hard form.
I'd given up. I should have brought a bloody mask. Oh well. I turned to leave...but there was one more drawer. I opened it.
Inside was an framed picture. It hadn't been around for that long, but it had been long-abandoned in many ways as well. I blew off the layer of dust.
What a load of crap. I put it back in the drawer and called Captain Jack.
'Yeah, there's nothing here. Maybe try Biff? He's surely going to be able to find where he's gone.'
On the way out, I remembered to stick up a poster.
MISSING
Last seen when it all fell in a heap.
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