Chapter 5: Research

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We first decided to look up the name of the company. No response. I looked up more about the doll. No response. We looked up whatever we could in whatever we could think of. "Where did this doll come from, the 6th Dimension?" Issac joked. "It seems to be, I can't find squat about it." Carmen said back. She closed her computer and flopped onto a beanbag chair.

"If we can't find anything on her or the company, how about we track the package? Maybe we could look through the delivery status of it." Issac said. "That's a good idea, but we need the boxes." I said back. I left the hideout and started to ride my bike over to my house for the boxes.

When I got to my house, I started to look around the garage or the trash for boxes. It wasn't trash day and since the boxes were big, they had to be somewhere. I called for my mom. "Hey Mom? Do you know where you put Ruby's boxes?" I heard no response for a second. "They're in the back of the garage! Right by your sister's old tricycle!" "Thanks!" I walked back into the garage to find 2 huge boxes. I'd had already seen 1, as it was the box that held Ruby. The second box was the one I was looking for. I took both boxes and set them on my bike. I then ran into the house again and back upstairs to my parent's room. "Yes?" My Dad said from the couch. They were both sitting and watching TV. "I was hoping one of you had the delivery info for Ruby? I wanted to know more about it." That was a stupid lie. A very stupid one. But they believed it anyway. My mom sent me screenshots of the tracking package. "Thanks!" I said before running back down the stairs. I took the evidence and went back to the hideout to analyze it. Guess this place becomes a lab now. Or, a detective unit? Either way, we're dealing with forces that are not to be trusted. Or at least I think. It's all one big mystery. And we're going to solve it.

I went back to the hideout with my evidence. We all took one part of it. Issac looked at the boxes, Carmen looked at the screenshots, and I looked at the doll. We all had notepads and documents open to write down our findings. I wrote down that Ruby is very human-like in her design. I wrote down her features, her outfit, her backstory. If there even was one that is.

I looked to Carmen and Issac to get their findings. "Okay," Carmen said. "From the screenshots, I have gotten that the doll was ordered 8 days before your birthday, August 7th. It would've arrived 6 days before, but there was a delay. The delay seems to be a missing package." Issac butted in. "How could Amazon lose a package that big?" "That's the thing," Camren said. "It's not Amazon or anything else we know. The whole website seems to be in a weird language." "How did your mom get this? Did she translate it?" She asked me. "Must have, there's no way she would know this." I said back "What if your mom knows this weird language? And is an alien from galaxies away?" Issac said, trying to bring light to the conversation. "You need to stop watching sci-fi movies. But you are right, that could be a factor on how Dakota's mother knew this." Carmen said.

We all stopped. We took a second to register what happened and realized that it very well could be a factor. It all could be put together very easily if we thought about it enough. I shook the feeling off my mind of being part alien and asked Issac for his findings. "Make sure they're fictional Issac." I added.

"What I found on the boxes were the things we've already looked through. But I did find this." He showed us a picture he took on his phone of the box. It was faint lettering of what looked like what we saw on Carmen's findings. "So the 2 things are linked. I said. "But to what?" "I guess we'll have to find out", Issac said. "But, this gives us a breakthrough. Carmen said, writing things down in her notebook. "Now we can begin Phase 2." "What's Phase 2?" I asked. "Phase 2 is trying to figure out what language this is if it's even a language at all." Me and Issac nod. "So we agree, tomorrow, we're figuring out this doll, no matter what."

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