“--Shit!” The word was uttered under Julius’s breath as he made his way down the hall of The Ragnatela, bags in tow. He had somehow managed to drop his briefcase and was now on his knees, gathering the contents that had spilled out. He looked up to see someone. “Sorry I got my, uh, headphones all over you?” he joked half-sincerely as he reached to pluck the wire from across their shoe.















