Sean and Harry. Time to go.

"Okay, so the pink folders are for past retrievals, and the ... rose coloured ones... what the fucking Christ is the difference between pink and rose anyway," Harry grumbled at the folders spread all over his desk, exactly where they'd been when he'd given up at lunch time. He looked up at his closed door, then shook his head. The last time he'd asked Elijah a question about the filing system, Elijah had, well, he hadn't quite snapped, but he'd certainly gotten shirty, and if there was any chance of figuring this out on his own, Harry was going to take it. "All right... I think this is rose... ( or is it salmon. )