But as usual, he failed, and she was now left alone with him, trying her hardest to ignore how quiet it seemed to be in the room.

"This doesn't make sense," he suddenly says, staring at the page for a couple of seconds before slamming the desk with his fist.

"Nothing!"

She sits on the sofa across from him, staring at the papers scattered all over the floor.

"There has to be something here." He says, standing up and going over to the window.

She follows him and leans over his shoulder, peering at his notes.

"If it's not here, maybe we should check something else." She suggests.

He sighs....