Ramona ran jogged into the office, and nabbed one of the last few desks. She chucked her bag down by her feet and summoned her carboard box over to her desk. This was strange. A new enviroment. Before, she'd been on the fourth floor, and now, she was higher up and in a wholey different situation. Even the office was nicer on this floor than on floor three, which had been littered by sheets and pages and photos of wanted people.

Carefully, she took her mug out of the cardboard box, and all her photos in their frames, and unpacked the rest of her clobber, before finally, everything was unpacked and she relaxed back in her seat, listening to the rest of the suggestions