I've started to remember more what it was like working for Gertrude and being Michael Shelley. I remember getting stuck in the hallways and panicking, trying desperately to find a way out. None of it made sense, but I didn't fully understand up until that point why. I just wanted to help and be helped. Gertrude wasn't a bad boss until... that... honestly. She was cold, but she'd appreciated the work I did, I could tell it in the little things. I tried to be as helpful as I could to ease the burden of Archivist off of her shoulders, and I like to think I succeeded. Oh well - Michael










