<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Leaving Post Office with Shayla...</em><br/><hr/>Chelsea's hands relaxed as they were relieved of some of the burden. Some of the tenants had a lot of mail, much of them just junk mail that came in envelopes. Maybe she could get a bag for the mail that held each tenants mail in his or her own pouch in the bag. That would be sixteen pouches and a heavy bag. Maybe someone who was handy with invention could invent something like that. For now, the primal tools called hands would do. "I guess that's it," Chelsea said, taking one last peek into the mailbox. She swung the door back to its rightful place secured with the lock. She twisted the key and pulled it out, letting it slide out from the keyhole.<br/><br/>With the stack of envelopes in her hand, she started for the door, but stopped when Roger appeared holding what looked like a laminated card attached to a Post Office lanyard. "Here you go, Chels," Roger said, putting the mailbox pass into Chelsea's free palm. "Just let the guard scan in and he'll let you in."<br/><br/>"Thanks, Roger. We're going to go now. I'll see you tomorrow," Chelsea replied. She then led Shayla out of the Post Office and back to her car.