The Return of the Psion

I got my Psion back. None the worse for it’s misadventure. I am happy again. It won’t totally erase the bad memory of the crime, but it was the major article I was upset over losing. Now that it’s back I think my life can get back to normal.

The fellow that had my Psion was a good man. We chatted for a bit, then he hit me up for a job. He’s looking for work. I told him I would try to find him something at my job, but times were tough. He looked so pathetic, out of place. Lost. I will try and see if I can do anything for him. I owe him a debt, and I must repay him.