Chapter 3

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It turns out they only wanted to ask me "one" question. Who? What? When? Where? Why? How? I guess it's considered one question.
"Who?"
"A person in a black suit, about 1 meter and 50 cm.
"What?"
" - "
" when?"
" just now, about 6 pm"
"Where?"
"My apartment"
"Why?"
" Really?"
"How?"
"With a knife?"

So now that that's done I can search my house.
When I get home the scent of cheap pasty macoroni fills my nose. I go directly to my moms room, which was forbidden to enter, so I've never been there, but I knew exactly where all her secret things were. You see I knew she didn't work, in this world anyways. That's why there were such weird coins always laying around in the apartment. They had polar bears on them, my mom said that were called toonies. I did my research and found out that they were a currency in Canada. How would she get there so fast, within 2 hours anyways. A portal. It's the only answer. The only thing I don't know is where it's located. But I know what might tell me. There's this box in my moms dresser. And it always moves ever so slightly. I suspect she look in it everyday. It probably holds a code and might have a location. I'm still standing in the hallway. I'll have to admit I was kind of scared. Why? I don't know. So I enter.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 31, 2016 ⏰

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