Ashley enters the apartment in a flurry and drops her poorly packed bag where she stands. Her eyes dart around the room while her mind tries to retrace where he would have put them. Her eyes focus on the desk. She rips open the drawers and rummages through them but to no avail.

“Shit,” she mutters under her breath while searching the clutter on the top of the desk. “Where the fuck are they?” this time with more desperation.

Distressed, she stands back and closes her eyes. Her arms stay ridged as if she is still looking while she thinks. She opens her eyes scans the room right to left. She spots the usually empty fish bowl on a high shelf above the desk. Inside she sees her keys and phone. She is focused and reaches for them.

She dries off her phone and puts it in her pocket while running to her bag and out the door and to the car lot.