At the bottom of the box, there was an MP3 player. An old-style, physical, single purpose MP3 player, which did nothing but play the files stored upon it. It had been years since she last saw the thing, and curiosity (combined with a slight weariness of the spring cleaning process) made her take a moment to rediscover what was on it.
Turns out, it was a mixtape she had made for a friend. All the best post-breakup songs her younger self could muster, in one single package. The friend had made up with the whomever, way back when, so there had been no reason to gift the mixtape at the time. However, at present, it would be more useful than she really wanted to admit.
She returned to the work at hand.