My toolbox consists of a butter knife and a hammer. If I can’t fix something with a butter knife, I smash it with a hammer and buy a new one. Only, ...now, without a job and without money, I can’t buy anything. I don’t even know how to make cookies, another one of their suggestions for a cheap, albeit thoughtful and homemade gift. Only, this year, I plan on making the best of a bad situation. I’ve already ordered my Christmas dinner from the grocery store. If that wasn’t bad and sad enough, I. Everyone else had settled in early and I spent some time answering my mail and looking up some of my old British contacts. I didn't call any yet since I hadn't heard from Mayhem but at least knew where I thought I could find them.After taking a tour around the hotel and checking all our surveillance eyes I turned in myself. I'd been in bed about half an hour when my door suddenly opened and then closed again."Lights," I said out loud. Nothing happened which wasn't surprising; I'd forgotten this. I received a call from my office to come back same night to attend one important meeting next day. So I decided to leave around 7pm and to drive back to Bangalore our Project manager offered me his driver to drop me and come back next day because it was night driving and I was alone to travel in the night. Journey would take easily 5 to 6 hrs in the heavy traffic at night. One of our lady officers who had gone to that project site previous day on her job was supposed to come back by Bus. To. "Paula," he called, unable to wait for Garza to finish his explanation. "Paula!"Her head snapped around, her eyes growing large as she stared at him. "Who are you?" she asked fearfully. "How did you know my name?"Elliott could see the partial recognition in her eyes, as if she realized she should know him but couldn't quite place him. He got to his feet, holding out his arms, limping toward her, fighting to see through the veil of tears forming over his eyes."It's your father," Garza said."No,".