I guess I shouldn’t have shut up. I don’t think there would be any harm in mentioning what I saw, it’s just that—I keep getting a sense. I mean, Wally was the one who wanted me to search there. He’s never told us why or said what he wanted to find. We’ve all forgotten to ask now that we’re here, now that the dig’s begun. If Wally knows more about what’s down there than he’s letting on, maybe he’s got a good reason. I suppose if he’s some sort of immortal or time traveler, he is still our friend.
2nd Piece of a Torn up Letter
Tale Told 