If there is one thing Dirk Gently is great at, it's making a mess. People highly doubted it's purpose; In their eyes, it was just a mere excuse to make a mess and then not clean it up but in the detective's mind, the chaos made sense. Or it didn't. That's why it did.
So obviously, he was making a mess right now. Janice had gone out on another break and he had sent Macduff to fetch them pizza because Dirk felt like they needed to stay here; If everything was correct, they would receive a phonecall and well, Dirk simply needed his assistant with him. Despite Susan's protests, he had managed to bribe him with pizza, (bottom line: which Macduff eventually had to get and pay himself) tea (made by Macduff) and other empty promises. Even Richard Mcduff himself was surprise he always eventually ended up doing as Dirk had told him to do. The detective was searching through the papers, tossing whatever he didn't need over his shoulder. "Bills, bills, blah, blah, bla..." he mumbled, a habit he had developed due Macduff's presence. What seemed out of nowhere, one of his business cards landed right in front of him.
"I've called you, you know."
Slowly, Dirk looked up in the direction of the oh, so familiar voice. Denim jacket with a gray hoodie underneath, long brown hair, a smile and dark eyes. This could only be one person. "Jane!" He refrained from jumping over his desk, a grin spreading across his face as he involuntarily fixed his tie.
"Hello, again, Dirk Gently." The girl in front of him smiled with a short wave. "It's been a while." She grinned, tipping her head to the side.
Dirk was actually too busy staring at her as if she was a ghost; It had been quite clear they would never actually see eachother again and here she was. He walked over to her from behind his desk and before he knew, she had pulled him into a hug. "It certainly has been. Must have been around a year?" Dirk knew to utter the words, his arms around the girl who immediately replied.
"Eleven months, two weeks and a day, so yes; Around a year... Sorry." She smiled rather apologetically up at the detective before taking a step back. "How have you been? I sent your cards, you know.. From Spain, Belgium, Italy. One from Russia." She laughed softly but Dirk quickly glanced at the wall of interconnected things.
'Oh,' He thought, 'they were Jane's and not yet interconnected.' "I've been doing rather well, thank you.. Yourself?" With a few quick movements, he snatched the cards off the wall. He had already noticed that the addresses on them had been removed with tipp-ex.
Maybe that explained the bottles on Janice's desk. But then again, she was supposed to have those bottles.