Why had it taken so long for her to realize? It was a flat head screwdriver that she needed. Did it have another name? Like the star was a Philips head and the square was a Robertson. It didn't really matter. None of that shit ever really matters. It's just for your own sake, to prove that you aren't losing your memory.
She had five more minutes to figure out this problem. She could here the second hand of her watch ticking, it was that quiet. She took the green baseball cap from her head, wiped the sweat that was building up from her forehead. She thought.
Problem was, there were no flat head screwdrivers around. No tools for that matter. It was her and her body that she had.