Amy walked into Becker's apartment. "Nice place." She said kicking an empty pizza box, "Haven't you heard about cooking or a bin?"
Becker smiled. "The bin is around here somewhere." He said.
Amy rolled her eyes. She liked things clean.
After about half an hour there were two big bin bags full of junk. "See," said Amy, "Isn't this better?"
Becker shrugged. "I suppose so." He said, "You can sleep on the sofa." He said pointing to a very nice sofa.
Amy took off her rucksack. "Thanks." She said sitting down.
SOMETIME DURRING THE NIGHT…
Amy peaked her head into Becker's room. He was asleep. Good she thought now to get out of here and continue my father's research.
She grabbed her rucksack and left Becker's house. Little did she know that she left her oyster card on the sofa….
IN THE MORNING….
Becker woke up and got changed. He walked into his living room and swore loudly. He walked over to the sofa and picked up the oyster card. His eyes went wide. He ran to the phone.
"Lester?" he said.
"Yes," came the grumpy voice of Lester, "This has better be good."
"You know Jenny Peterson?"
"How could I forget her?"
"Well," said Becker, "Her name isn't Jenny Peterson. It's Amy Cutter."
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