Trixie kept thinking, still sitting in the chair. There had to be a way for her to earn money. She wasn't made for an office job, anything mechanic or something specific or impressive, so that wasn't going to be an option. She wasn't willing, or able to be picky in her situation, so a lot of things would be good. At the moment, she would even be good with working in a store or cleaning up toilets. She'd be good with everything, really.

Well, everything except for that one thing. There was no way she was ever going back to the way things used to be. She and Elliot had done so much to get her away from that life, she wouldn't go back to that anymore and let all their effort go to waste. That wasn't worth it. She'd rather be poor than than going back to her old life.

Trixie let out a silent sigh and tried to think of other things. Of good and nice things, instead of thinking about her past and how she would ever be able to find a job again. Stressing over her past would be useless, and there was no use in just thinking about getting a job. She would have to do something. So like the last few days, she was going to search for a job tomorrow.