Day 44/366

Gen wilted with relief--she finally had a direction to follow!  First things first, though.  She went back inside and dumped her now cold coffee down the drain and placed the mug in the sink.  Grabbing her cell phone from the kitchen charger, she dialed the number for the non-profit she currently worked for to notify them that she was taking one of her last few personal days.

That task complete, she pulled a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt from her dressed and made her way into the bathroom.  Pajamas replaced with clothing, she ran a quick brush through her curls, cool water on her face to chase away any sleepiness that remained, and an even quicker brushing of her teeth.

Then she made her way back to the kitchen counter and found a phone book in the junk drawer.  At first she'd thought of looking up storage facilities on her phone, but needed the momentary slow down to get her racing heartbeat more manageable.  Gen flipped through the yellow pages of the directory, stopping on the listings for storage facilities.

She found only two located in the area, but had five more down the hill she might have to check out.  Gen ripped the page from the phone book, grabbed her keys and her wallet and rushed out the door.  The first location was easy to find, a mere mile from her house.  Fortunately the office was open--she hadn't bothered to look at the time when she started driving.

Gen showed the key to the attendant, only to find out that this facility was high tech and used a key pad to secure your belongings.  No, he didn't know who would have a key similar to the one she showed him, but he advised her to try the storage units down the hill.  Seemed that the people living nearby preferred to secure their belongings rather...securely.

She found the second storage site, but again found no such locker.  Frustrated and running low on stable energy, Gen turned her car toward the nearby town and prayed for Got to guide her to the right facility.

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