In my office where I left it

I ventured down the hall to my now empty office. My phone sat on the desk where I'd left it next to the still glowing screen of my laptop. It was a little bizarre to walk back into a room I didn’t remember leaving, making me feel like an intruder in my own space.

Suppressing an irrational shudder, I snatched up the phone, pressing my finger to the screen to unlock. Of course, nothing happened, My fingerprints not being my own. Facial recognition would be equally useless, so I was **** to enter my pin code.

"Shit!" I cursed, my mind going completely blank, "What's my fucking pin?"

I racked my brain, but I had been so long since I'd had to actually had to use it, I found I had no clue what it might be.

So, I did what I always did when I couldn't figure something out. I went to ask Tina for help.