Susan Hodgers. Terrence Roger. Liam C. Anderson. Kelvin Clein. Pretty sure that one was a fake name, but okay. Ben Nelson. Elizabeth Steward.
I had names, faces, degrees, accolades, phone numbers, and addresses - but still no Jay. Over time, Howard and I gradually leveled the colossal mountain of files into a more surmountable molehill.
Won't be long now till we were reaching for air. There was so little left to look through that I was starting to get a bit worried. After all, I've still had yet to feel any tingle, any off-feeling sensation as Irene had claimed.
Thought about voicing my concerns out loud to her, but ultimately decided against it. Too early to be crying wolf when I hadn't even finished rummaging through the rest of the catalog.