the papers lay acrossed the table, the last few pennies spent on picking them up in hopes of finding that job that you know is out there. Somewhere nearby a sax player practices before he heads into work at the club down the street owned by Gentlemen John, hoping this is not his last day there. A car rolls by the dust covered window loaded down as much as possible, the children crying as they head out trying to find a new life in the west where the world flows with honey. The fan sputters and dies as it squeaks to death in the heat, its bolts holding it to the dresser as the owner fears its loss. You have one more day in this hole in a wall hotel, its better then what you have known but not the best.

Your eyes scan the papers again, all the little boxes seem to blear together as you look through them hoping for something new to pop at you. Not much is in offer for a job anymore, those that are in the paper you are not yet ready to risk. Then your eye catches it at the bottom of the page, you hand had been over it. Its length the first thing that draws you in, at a penny a word this one must have cost the writer a bit.

“Wanted: looking for a dark hair person, must be shoulder length or longer with slight curled in it.” The ad went on in detail of how the person should look and dress. Although it did state that if clothing were a problem that it could be arranged. “if this seem to speak of you and your looking for a life of adventure, getting into and out of tight spaces, enjoy finding things that others can not find and to aid those that are lost in the sea of life and time. Inquire after sunset at the Dukes Gin you will know me when you see me.”