Serina looked at the moment like she wasn’t paid enough for this job. She glared straight at me, and then checked her phone for a minute. “There’s no text from maintenance, why is she chewing me out.”
	Her phone rang again, “Hello Mr. Charlie…” She began packing up her supplies on the cart. “Yes, yes. I am heading over there right now. I just have to stop by the laundry to start some sheets. Yes. Yes. Yes.” She didn’t even acknowledge me to say goodbye she rushed her cart out into the hallway and left.
	I watched her through the peephole and once the elevator doors closed and the number switched to two, I went into action. Quickly I grabbed the wheelchair and raced down to Gus’ room, I knocked when I reached the door.
	Mrs. Izato came out and sat in her wheelchair, taking the ointment from the seat of the rollator and holding on to it like it was made of breakable glass.
	I pushed her down the hallway and back into the room, then rushed back and grabbed the rollator. When I got back to the room, Mrs. Izato was holding on to various furniture pieces to steady her balance while trying to make it to her bedroom door. I set the rollator where she could grab it for stability. “Did you find anything out?” I questioned.
	Mrs. Izato looked up at me with sadness in her eyes, “Not a single clue. Everything was in it’s place nothing was tussled other than what the EMT’s did. The place was immaculate, just as he always kept it.”
	I pointed to the plastic jar in the wheelchair seat that she had been holding as precious cargo, “What’s up with that? A memento?”
	“It’s a topical pain relief cream, and I’m going to need to spread some on my shoulder here in a bit after I take a nice long warm bath. Then I am going to rest a bit and take a nap.” she opened the bedroom door and walked through.
	“What about the Tea Party?” I asked.
	A loud sigh could be heard, “A bath and a short rest then, because that will be happening in less than an hour. Gertrude only has tea during Lunch hours.”