Catching the Waves~ JJ Maybank ᣵ¹&ᣵ²

Chapter Twenty Nine. [S2]

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 We live in cities you'll see onscreen
Not very pretty, but we sure know how to run things

Livin' in of a within my dreams

And you know we're on each other's team

I'm kind of over gettin' told to my up in the air

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Third Person Perspective~

A KEY?

What key? Thought Rory, who was confused as hell as Carla Limbrey could possibly mean by those words.

"A key?" Pope spoke. His voice just as confused. "Like, truck keys? I have house keys...I'm--I'm sorry, I don't know--A key?" Carla scoffed hard at the response she got from the young boy.

"I'm afraid our relationship won't be very productive if we aren't honest with each other," Carla spoke up. The lady's once sweet features, the charming smile, now a taunting glare as she appeared to be scary and more intimidating. "Denmark's key," She added, as to provide some insight to the pouges and help them remember. 

"Denmark? As...as in, Denmark Tanny?" Rory stuttered out, eyes wide. 

"Yes," 

"Miss Limbrey, I'm sorry...but I have no idea what you're talking about." Pope shakes his head at the older woman. He started to get nervous. "But for my friend, I'll...I'll go find it. I'll..I'll do what I need to do. I'll go find one if you need it," 

"Pope, no...don't make promises you can't keep," Rory muttered softly just so Pope could hear her. "It can be a trap," 

"It's for John B...I'll do it," Pope shrugged looking at her. 

"Seriously, Ms. Limbrey, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't have any key on me," Pope concludes at he looks at the older woman once again.

"We really don't know what you're saying, " Rory added.

Carla Limbrey stood up, struggling as she grabbed her crutches. "Come now," She said with a jerk of her head, telling the pouges to follow her.

Limbrey walks over to a nearby desk, before Pope and Rory--exchanging a suspicious glance amongst themselves--followed her lead. They stood by the oak wood desk. Carla Limbrey pushed aside a few papers that lay scattered on the desk, clearly knowing what she was looking for. 

She picked up a brown-ish paper, imprinted onto which was a dark inked drawing. "Do you recognise this?" She held the paper out to Pope. There was drawing of a key on the old parchment. "Rings any bells?" 

Pope take the parchment in his hand, examining it, before replying. "No." He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, it doesn't," He sighed.

Rory had been peeking over Pope's shoulder as she gazed at the drawing. She couldn't pin-point how everything in here looked so familiar to her. She was sure she'd seen the painting with Jesus healing people and a drawing of a key similar to the one imprinted onto the paper that Carla showed them.

She couldn't mask her confusion and curiosity well, though, as Carla looked at the expressions on her face and saw she had recognised something. 

"What about you, Rory?" She asked, catching the girl's attention as Rory's head whips to look at the older woman. "You seem like you've seen this before," She remarked.