The air grows still while I hunt for more. Their scents are clouded smelling strongly of an odd mixture of pheromones and enhancers which gives me an eerie feeling. I can’t help but wonder if the patch I lost in the shower all that time ago had been waterproof or not. I know I had been working on patches that could handle all weather terrain, being they’d peel in the driest days and snow had an uncanny effect on the skin it was attached to. Many times it created grooves that felt more like deep paper cuts in chapped skin. Waterproofing would have kept the patch I lost intact in the shower. I growl at myself for my stupidity.
Where else could the tech have been stolen? School? I shake my head. School wouldn’t have it. I never stored notes in a book or any other form of technology. No. It
