Gemotions

The afternoon sun blazed through the attic window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. "Well, this is a mess," David declared aloud to the empty room. He'd always prided himself on his ability to see the bigger picture, to organize chaos, to... well, to get things done.

He pushed aside a stack of old newspapers, noting their poor preservation. Really, the previous owners should have known better. He was just the man to bring this room into the modern age.

His eyes scanned the attic, pausing on an old steamer trunk. With a grunt, he hauled it open. Inside, he discovered a collection of antique maps. He studied one intently, a small smile playing around his lips. Elementary. He had already seen more interesting artifacts in a single day.