Richard starts cleaning

It was with apprehensive and tentative steps that Richard pushed the cleaning cart into the apartment next to his where he had been instructed to work. Had his senses been the same as yesterday, then he would have probably sworn that the room he found himself in was as clean as it could be, but with the new memories filling his skull, small imperfections seemed to jump out at him and beg him to remove them.

Richard's neighbor kept a big smile, as she attentively stared at him from the corner of the room. Apparently the movements that Richard did something which she considered quite enjoyable to look at. At least that was the simplest explanation for her hungry eyes from the corner.

Richard let his vacuum travel across the hardwood floor, the loose dust disappearing beneath the wide nozzle of the tool. The thoughts of how to get this done filled his head, it was common knowledge how to clean an apartment and Richard certainly knew since earlier how to get it done, but it seemed to become yet more clear to him as the day moved past. Remove dust with the vacuum first and then remove stains with the mop.

Richard had just started to move the mop across the floor when something started to bite at the back of his mind. He just couldn't place his finger on what it could be, all while his confident neighbor sat on the other side of the room and giggled silently to herself.

It wasn't until Richard had moved from scrubbing the floors to taking out the trash that it hit him, he had been doing it all wrong the entire day. He was supposed to start with his feather duster to move dust from the shelves and other surfaces to the floor, where his vacuum could suck it all up.

As soon as the cleaning man came back, he grabbed a firm hold of his duster and started to see to the various surfaces above the floor. The picture of a demure man who stretched out to fling dust off various surfaces seemed to fill Richard's neighbor with complete and utter glee as she delightfully kept watch of him, but Richard couldn't care less. He had a job to do and kept at it no matter what.

It was inside of the bedroom, a far darker affair than the rest of the apartment, that Richard had his duster travel over something familiar and quite interesting. The relic that had been his just the day before laid there on a shelf above the bed frame.

"Oh this thing? It's quite a mystical object, wanna see what it can do?" Richard's neighbor asked rhetorically after she had grabbed the object from the shelf. Richard looked to his watch, it was already evening, he had been lost in thought doing his new job.