Upon waking, Jane found her usual lifeless slump. Her flat was in turmoil, nothing how she left it. Mixed groceries lay scattered, love letters dealt with, each sentence picked, read. Each time, her mind wandered from confusion, to sorrow, to anger. Seeing a line of dark, sticky footprints leading out, Jane knew what she had to do, Hoping the steps would lead her to where they went. A chance of finally putting this mystery to rest- if only.