Time was always ticking and no amount of Gameboil playing would make up for lost time. Pepin kept herself in her little world of digital distractions until the device up and died from wearing down the battery. Pepin groaned in frustration and tossed the thing across the hall.

The wait between interviews royally sucked and it was hard for her to admit she was an impatient ghoul. A good reporter was innovative. All she had to do was preoccupy herself right?

Pepin started arranging the blank papers and pens on the surface of the table into a marvelous array of shapes and patterns that would appeared meticulous in nature. "There... looks about right!" she exclaimed to herself. Now nobody could be disinterested in her table.