Check your room, finding nothing

You get up and your mom looks at you quizzically. "I think I forgot some homework in my room, be right back," you say as you jog upstairs to have a look around.

You check your garbage bin and the desk for a minute or two, but you find nothing relevant. You guess you didn't really write anything. Maybe you saved it on your laptop in a notepad file? God, that would be typical.

You move downstairs again and hear your mother moving about in the kitchen. "Your pancake is ready," she says as you turn around the corner and see her coming around the corner.

Your mom is looking gorgeous as usual. 33 and looking like she's still in her late twenties. She's the regional head manager of the local electronic store and is a deity at figuring out what will sell and to sniff out troublemakers in the dozens of "virgins" she manages. That she even has time to cook you some pancakes for breakfast deserves praise.

"Did you find your notes?" she asks as she slides the pancake off the skillet onto your plate. Funny, you swore you could hear her walk around the kitchen just before you came downstairs. "Hm?"

"Oh, um, no. I think I actually wrote it on my laptop."

"Sure, but you know, I think I cleaned out some trash with some note paper in it this morning. From the upstairs bathroom. Might have ended up on top of the garbage pile outside."

"I don't know..." you ponder, taking a fork to the pancake and ripping out a small piece before making a decision.