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Lucinda went from searching for car pics on Google Images to- searching for RV pics on Google Images. And she doesn’t shy away from the classy ones. A house within a car, super expensive and hard to maintain, that trades more luxury for functionality than most people are willing to give up- and yet, it makes sense.
You quickly leave Lucinda to frown over price tags (with good reason) by herself and sneaky sneaky head down the stairs and towards the. It takes a few little hops but you turn on the light, and, despite being four all over the wide room, the floor is so buried that you cannot see it. Boxes, trinkets, coats, and devices that would be alien to anyone already litter the floor among MANY other items. And rats. Oh god, so many rats. Neither Norberto nor Laura, Lucinda’s parents, have been strangers to this dumpster for too long; scavenging this pile is pretty much their full-time job. Yet the rats thrive.
Unlike them, you aren’t looking for old valuables to pawn but for specific items. Those are:
>A broken globe
>A torn-up stuffed animal from long ago
>A lighter
You make your way through with carefully calculated leaps since hardly anything isn’t covered in grease and whatever covers the floor could melt you. Yes, you are sure.
>A broken globe
Despite their intended use, Planet Earth globes are more often found on the fields of elementary schools because poor kids don’t often own real footballs. The one you found has been stabbed instead of kicked. For whatever reason, the hole is over England.
>A torn-up stuffed animal from long ago
The forgotten plushie; a classic. One day, you wake up to find out that your furry and loving friend went on a trip… then you keep waiting for it to come back for years. Wherever you are, Big Snout, I hope you find the end of the end of the rainbow and that your boss doesn’t overwork you more than twice a week. With teary eyes and shaking lips, you decide this is not the time for this. You pick up a raccoon plushie with Coca-Cola bottle caps for eyes. In its way, it's endearing.
>A lighter
Sneaky sneaky, you head for the kitchen; any second not spent in that graveyard of dreams is a second spared from Hell. There is no Hell, of course, but you /could/ make it. In fact, <span class="mu-s">why not</span>? The lighter you find is red and transparent, and doesn’t have much juice left. No problem. A spark is always enough when you know where to put it- and this will be the spark to melt Lucinda’s heart!
