This was how the letter started. And then it went on and on. I’m going to type what is next so that your eyes, dear readers, can get some rest. After all, I have a reputation. I am supposed to be Jack-such-a-sweet-guy. Whatever.

“I am the grandmother of some of the kids you can see on the photography I sent you. They disappeared twelve years ago. They literally vanished in Downtown Phoenix. On the very day you guys were born.

The police did its best to find them or at least understand what happened. Yet nothing was found, except for the necklace that has been in my family for ages and that I had given my eldest granddaughter. Now this story has been forgotten, and I am getting desperate thinking I will never get to see my grandchildren again.

I am sure your birthdate is a sign. You two are the only ones that can find my grandchildren and get them back. I am thus putting all of my trust in you.

About the necklace now. It belonged to one of my ancestors. He was brave. A great man. So I am giving it to you, in the hope that his spirit  will protect you and give you the strength that you need for your mission.

Feel free to come visit at the address written on the envelope whenever you feel like it. You will be more than welcome.”

A magic necklace and the spirit of her ancestor. Really? I froze. Pretty much like a computer hit by a virus. Cody started walking all around and acting crazy, like always. He can just never get a hold of himself.

‘Oh, you must be kidding me! She wants us to get the kids back all by ourselves?! And of course we’re not going to be turned into mashed potatoes in the process. Because her super-duper-awesome ancestor will protect us!  That’s just the worst freakin’ joke EVER! What the hell are we supposed to do now?!

‘Calm down.’