She heads to the break room to make herself a pot of tea. She hasn’t drunken anything all day and she really needs something. She already can’t talk, she lost her voice when she got sick on Tuesday. She gets water in the pot and freezes. She realizes it’s his teapot. The one he gave her. The one she traded an iPod for. Best trade she ever made, she thinks. She drops the teapot and is ready to cry when she realizes that not one piece has broken off. There is one tiny crack in the lid, but just barely noticeable. She smiles and takes it as a sign. "He’ll come back," she thinks.