Tegwen glanced up from her journal in thought.

three weeks.

That couldn't be right! She crossed the words out with a single dark line and wrote instead, a few days shy of three weeks. It just seems so weird how he vanished!

I have this feeling like he's never coming back.

Part of me is relieved by that and I feel so guilty for feeling that way. Part of me misses him and I don't even know why. Maybe it's for the best. I guess?

After fighting it off from the time I "moved in", I finally had my Snow White moment. I woke up around five in the morning, couldn't get back to sleep and had nothing better that I could think of doing. It was snowing outside and bitter cold, so going out would have been nothing short of insanity.

I adjusted the thermostat (so I wouldn't have to work in my parka) and was surprised how well it functions considering the state of the rest of the warehouse.

Decripi Decrepit. And that's being kind!

Once I had feeling back in my bill and fingertips, I went to work cleaning.

Well, it was really more like organizing.

She looked around the warehouse. She hadn't the conviction to throw anything out, being that she was uncertain what constituted trash as opposed to a still-useful spare part. But she did go through the random piles of junk, categorizing whatever she actually recognized.

Tegwen stacked what she could and moved many of the remaining mounds toward the southern wall where she would be happy to let them gather dust.

What was left, at least, looked better. Much of the floor was at least visible now and in dire need of a thorough sweeping. She couldn't locate a broom so the chore went unfinished.

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