I sighed as I locked the door of my small apartment, and started walking down the street. "Another day of heading to work for six hours and then doing nothing... Great. Just great." Ok, yes sure I'm complaining. But you would too, if you were sixteen and living on your own since you were ten because your mother just left you. Yeah, I said it, my own mother left me. She left me to fend for myself at a young age. "I-" I couldn't finish my sentence, without tears filling my eyes and my throat getting dry. Of course it wasn't her fault. I was just mad, I'd never put the blame on her. This wasnt her fault, i know how much trouble It was being a single mother. With my father not being around of course my mom had to play both roles, of mom and dad. So I forgave her for leaving me, but at the same time it still hurt because every little girl deserves to have a mother to look up to. To play dress up with her, to show her how to put make-up on, be there when she has her first crush, to help her through her first heartbreak. But I never got the chance to have any of that. I shook my head and ignored the thoughts that were running through my head a million miles a minute, and walked to work. The bell above the door rang as I opened the door and let myself into the video store. "Larry! I'm here!" I was given no response. "Larry!" I called again as I walked to the back of the store, where i found him sitting with his notepad staring intently at the television screen that was in front of him. "Larry what on earth are you doing?" I asked as I started to clean up the mess he had made in the back room. "Dea, call me crazy but, This guy keeps popping up on multiple DVDs,and I can't figure out why," nodded and hummed in response as I put some DVDs back on a shelf, "Mhm, sure he is Larry, and there's a reason for that. It's called he's an actor. He's probably in more movies then you know," I walked over and sat on the desk next to his chair. "No. Dea, this is serious, remember those Easter eggs I told you about?," I gave him a confused look, "Yeah, of course I do why?," glancing at me for a few seconds he picked up the DVDs he was working with, "this guy comes up on all of these," i looked up at the man on the tv screen, he had glasses, brown hair, and a tweed jacket. Larry handed me the pile, "well if he's on all of them they should have something in common, right?," I asked confused at what point he was trying to make. "Right, they SHOULD. But these have nothing to do with each other," I got of the desk and spread them out seeing what he ment. He was right, they we all different genres. Usually, if there were multiple Easter eggs with the same person, the DVDs would have something in common, like an actor, or a genre, these were all different genres, and not one had the same actors. If they had nothing to do with each other... Then why was this man coming up on all of these? I decided in that moment that i was going to help Larry figure out this mystery, I had nothing to do, and besides it's not like it's going to change my life.