I crossed the floor and knelt beside the bag.

I pulled the zipper open and reached inside.

My spare uniforms and wool socks were still stacked in the middle, but my blue ledger notebook had been moved from the side pocket into the main compartment.

The loose tracking sheets inside the front cover had been turned around so the blank backs faced forward.

I stood up and turned toward the desk.

The small tin trash can sat under the desk drawer next to the radiator wall.