Memphis was still a little perplexed at the location of his tools, but he'd gone out and bought a new set. Didn't hurt to have more tools. He brought the tool box with him as he stopped to get the mail before heading upstairs.
Inside the box were the usual bills, a letter from his mother and a plastic wrapped magazine addressed to Travis. Brow knitted together, Memphis realized that there was nothing he could do about that.
Folding the mail over in the magazine, he picked up his tools and went to head out only to fumble the hold on the door knob and drop the mail.