The Lost Thought

9. Jacqueline

3rd, February

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Jacqueline said, in a very annoyed voice. "This can't be happening, it just can't!" Jacqueline continued talking to no one. Then the finally took a sigh and said, "I'll just check for myself,"

  So she did. She went up to room 278.

  As she opened the door, Something broke. Maybe a screw or something metal. She pushed the door open a bit more.  The door shot open, releasing all the dirty air and filling it with clean air. But still, the bed was empty.

  Jacqueline thought she still had hope.

  "Addie, dear?" She said in a high American accent.

  "It's your mother here! Don't worry, you aren't in London! You're in America! And you need to wake up! For school!" she said, trying not to laugh at her own jokes, she was funny. Hopefully, Addie would believe her and think all of this was a big dream...

  No reply.

  Jacqueline screamed her heart out, "Noooo!"

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  Jacqueline was bored. She rolled her pen on her desk. Her prisoner had escaped. Her only prisoner in 17 years to even try to escape. She was mad. More than mad, she was livid. She was very, very angry.

  Then she had an idea.

  "The others from the riddle! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Of course, let's see," Jacqueline took a piece of paper out. She read the third paragraph.

  "The third prize goes to/ the only robber here/ trained to play cards instead/duding this, duding that," she said, thoughts swirling in her brain.

  Jacqueline sighed.

  "This one is almost too easy!" She said to herself.

  A pause.

  "Okay okay I don't know."

  Then she realised her stupidity. "I'm talking to no-one."

  She left her office in an angry huff.

Jeff

Jeff went to the kitchen to make something for him and Addie. They were both starving, having nothing to have eaten since yesterday morning.

'So what now? Should we find the others from the riddle?" Jeff asked.

"Sure, we can do it while we eat." Addie answered.

"You can start," He passed Addie a piece of paper.

"Third paragraph," he said.

Addie said it out loud. "The third prize goes to/ the only robber here/ trained to play cards instead/duding this, duding that,"

Suddenly, Jeff clicked his fingers. Addie jumped.

Jeff chucked.

"Don't worry! That's just what we do when we've got an idea!"

Addie sighed, repositioning herself on the chair.

"So, what's the idea?" Addie said, still a bit frightened. "Nedelion Parcher. A guy from my school. He fits that exact description." Jeff said.

"There we go, sandwiches are ready!"