Sees something on the empty desk. Walks over and picks it up. *What is this? It's all dusty . . .* Dusts it off *Hmmmm . . . Zita . . . Currently Out.* Looks around. *No kidding.* Spies something behind the desk. *Hmmm, what's this?* Picks it up. *It appears to be a letter* Looks thoughtful. *I shouldn't read it . . . it's not mine.* Puts it down. Well, I guess I'll go somewhere else now, shouldn't stick around in one area for too long.