A large, mysterious iron tray lay discarded at the recycling center. It was so big that carrying it would mean balancing it on top of my head.

It looked like it could be useful in many ways. I hooked it over my ear and headed toward Midsummer.

Tap-tap-tap—  
Midsummer stood near the recycling center, focused on her smartphone. Had she not found what she was looking for? I walked up to her and looked up.

“Did you find what you needed?”

“No, I couldn’t find anything useful for me,” she replied.

“Well… sometimes, there’s just nothing we need,” …