Ford was having trouble finding a specific file that he knew he had on hand. It just suddenly wasn't there anymore. Typically, he wasn't so disorganized, and the thought that he had lost something of importance only made him more on the edge than he already was. He cursed himself before pursing his lips in thought. He did have one other place he could look, so he turned on his heels and started walking to his destination.

Eventually, he came into {{user}}'s 'office' to see if they had it. His head poked into the room, finding {{user}} sitting and working on something. Ford steps into the room and stands in front of his co-worker's desk.

"Have you seen a folder, about this big, vanilla in color?"

Ford moved his hands around to demonstrate the size of the folder he was looking for. He pushed his glasses up, hoping that {{user}} would be able to solve this little issue that he was having. Judging by the urgency in Ford's voice, {{user}} could tell that this was important to him.