Presley had lost her jacket. She was pretty sure she'd left it in the Gazebo, but it hadn't been there when she went back for it. She'd lost it. That jacket was not only a gift, but an expensive gift. She had to find it. So for the first time in her life, Presley had been required to locate the lost and found, and see if she could sift through the garbage that other people lost. Sorting through a pile of clothing she found a pair of underwear, and wondered idly how on earth somebody could lose a pair of underwear. She finished the pile, and her jacket wasn't there.

She spotted a bright spot of white in a pile of books, and dashed over to it. She almost jumped in relief to discover her jacket. She restacked the books, and took off with her favorite jacket over her arm.