There I sat, behind an old brown wooden table, thinking about the future. The old lady who had taken care of running the agency was gone, and there was no one to guide me now. I gave a deep sigh and turned towards the small window facing the narrow side walk, and the old chair that I sat in squeeked it's objection to such rough handling. The air smelled fusty in the former wine cellar that now accommodated the modest headquarters of the agency. There were no passers-by, and I knew none was likely to drop in even if there had been. I had almost no useful skills whatsoever, except the worst of attitudes and a bad mouth, and that hadn't made me much appreciated in the business. I realized I had to change my ways if I wanted to get my share of living from now on. I sighed again, pulled myself together, and made a few calls to arrange something useful.