Emery stepped off the train and collected his baggage. He dragged the wheeled suitcase down the walk and to a waiting carriage. It wasn’t long before he arrived at the flat he would be staying in. It was large enough for two, as he’d requested before he’d known the school would force Miles to stay for another year.

He scampered up the steps and to the apartment. He set about unpacking as soon as he entered the apartment. When he reached the bathroom and began to unpack his toiletries, a strange and overwhelming feeling hit him. At the sensation, Emery paused to analyze it.

The sensation drew him to a loose floorboard. He pulled it up easily and found a small box. The box was full of someone else’s memories and Emery sighed, figuring the former tenant had forgotten it. He carried it down to the front office and set it on the desk. “Former tenant left this,” he said.

“The former tenant moved out real fast after they lost their son in an accident,” the landlady said sadly. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she forgot a few things. Would you like me to mail it to her?”

“Yeah,” Emery said. He left the box on the desk and turned to return to his room. The box carried the memories of the woman’s late son. He had filled it with his most precious treasures. Now it would make its way to his grieving mother. He turned back, thinking about how he’d feel if mementoes of his mother appeared in the mail. “Make sure you write a note that they were her late son’s things. She should have some kind of warning.”

“Right,” the woman said. Emery nodded and then left. Tomorrow he’d interview with Robert Morrissey. He had to be rested and ready.