Jill couldn't find the docket anywhere. But she kept looking, passing by the dormant body of her husband on the couch. The light from the dome in the ceiling made her suddenly feel dizzy and she sat down. How she had escaped her domestic life and her dominant husband to return to college she would never know. He hadn't taken it well, but he acknowledged that it was better for the kids than a divorce and he sincerely hoped it would make her happy. If she didn't find her documentation, however, she would be doomed to domesticate herself again. She walked past the wall of plants that marked their division of living room from dining room. Nothing. Jill was becoming dominated by fear when she remembered that she had taken the documents to her son's divisional soccer playoffs near the dockyard two days ago. She prayed a prayer asking for divine help and left her domain. "That's an interesting documentary you' re writing." Said the maintenance worker when he handed the docket back to Jill. "I was just about to take it to one of the dormitories when you drove up."