Open your phone and look at the last text message you received . Then use this in some way in your following piece .

Rachel knocked on the door to the office of Father Gregory O ’ Learey, O.P in the basement of the Library. Father O ’ Learey ’ s was now the only office in this basement as he had refused to relocate with the rest of the History Department from the office he had occupied since the ‘ 80s to the new humanities building next door. He had always been a bit eccentric and he was humored as he was the foremost Irish historian on the East Coast. 
 
 Fr. O ’ Learey looked up, revealing a cut across his right cheek. “ What ’ d you do to yourself? ” Rachel asked, “ Cut yourself with your sword? ” 
 
 “ Fell down the stairs in the priory— **Well, up actually**. Makes me look like a badass though, doesn ’ t it? ” 
 
 Rachel could not contain her laughter at the small, 60 year old Dominican priest claiming he looked like a badass. His eccentricities were well-known among the History Department, but that did not make them any less surprising. “ Sure, Father, ” she answered, with a note of condescension which was not lost on Father O ’ Learey. 
 
 “ You ’ re late. ” 
 
 “ Sorry, I still get lost down here. ” 
 
 “ No matter, people always get lost down here. Have a seat. ” 
 
 She took a seat across from his desk. She did not mention that if he had bothered to move with the rest of Department people would not get lost. Instead she moved on, “ What did you need? ” 
 
 “ I wanted to discuss your master ’ s thesis. Do you have a topic in mind? ” 
 
 “ I—I need a topic already? ” 
 
 Fr. O ’ Learey chuckled, “ You only have two years, my dear. Most of your research is going to be this summer, is it not? ” 

