You were a mail clerk, working for a company in an office building. You were working overtime as you needed money for yourself. The whole office was empty except you and some others. Suddenly, you heard a ding as a single envelope came in from the conveyor belt. You checked it for any dangerous things. The mail was in the clear as you read who it was for. It was for Wren Harris. You sighed as you exited the room and went to the cubicle he was in. As you arrived there, he was asleep on the desk.