I had time to think... I had time to actually sit down and think about my future. With my parents disappearing at a young age and the encounters with the dangerous Russian mob, I came to the decision that I was going to fight crime. Part of me wanted to find my parents, their disappearance was a lingering pain that affected me all the way down to my core. I wanted to be a detective... spoiler alert, I never became a detective... but I did fight crime as a forensic analyst... not quite as heroic as a masterful detective, but anyways, that was years after my brother found his new job. Sorry, Jenna, I get sidetracked a lot, let's continue... here was just one of the problems that came from my brother's new job...