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We didn't find Peter and Michelle at the spot. We stood waiting for a long time and then started to get worried.

“We should go to the shed,” Tanya suggested.

“Are you sure? What if they come back and start looking for us?”

“Let’s just go.”

“Okay.” I didn't want to argue with her. I'd already broken her heart in just a few minutes of her confessing to me that she liked me. And I still felt horrible about that whole thing, because, fuck, I did like her back. We proceeded to walk back to the tent in silence.

To our surprise, Peter and Michelle were sitting outside, chatting.

“Guys!” I strolled over to them.

They looked up.

“What?” Peter asked.

“We thought you were going to wait for us at the spot. We've been waiting for you for a long time."

“Oh, sorry,” he said with a shrug.

I sighed and walked into the shed. I slung my backpack off my shoulders, dropped it carefully at a corner and lay down on the sleeping bag I used.

“You okay Tanya?” I heard Michelle ask.

“Yeah…just tired.”

“Go in and have a rest then,” Peter told her.

I tensed. She couldn't stay with me alone right now.

“Nah, I'll just sit with you guys.”

I exhaled and rolled over a little.

“Hey Larry!” Peter called out. “Aren't we supposed to talk about the clues?!”

“Ugh,” I groaned and staying down for a few seconds before grabbing my backpack and crawling out.

I tried to glance at Tanya but she wasn't even looking at anyone. I just wished she'd put the whole thing behind us.

“So what did you guys find?”

“Nothing.”

“Really?”

“Well I didn't know what to look for and we tried. We saw the sunset though and it was beautiful.”

“We didn't really see it well.”

“We did,” Tanya murmured.

They turned to her.
“It was magical. Could literally steal your breath away…and never give it back.”

Peter raised his eyebrows at her.

“Yes,” I answered, drawing his attention to me. “and at that spot, we found this.”

I got my backpack off my shoulder and opened it up quickly. I took the bottle out.

“Woah, what's that?” he said, getting up and practically running over to me.

“I…have no idea. You got any ideas?”

He took it from me and shook it. The small ball rolled around.
“It's a grecian bottle.”

“Where did you find it?” Michelle asked. She had suddenly materialised next to me.

“In a hole in the trunk of a tree. We found it just when the sunset was at its prime. I don't know the chances but yeah.”

“We need to solve it.”

“We do?”

“Yeah, we could find something by doing that.”

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