The Slightly Chipped Teacup

Finally

It has been two weeks since the incident, and Miles was just beginning to crack the code that his step-father left for him. After reading the one entry over and over and over again, Miles began to draw clues from the message.

'Won't let this happen.'

'Savior'

Were the words that have been floating through his mind ever since he read the paper. It's clear that Quinn knew that Miles was a Vitra, which was a person chosen by the divine ones. They were blessed- others would argue that the word cursed was more suitable- with being able to know when people die, and choose their fate after death. That was either to go to the Sirius- a heaven among the stars. Or to Polaris, what some would call a hell, but it's what I'd call a place dedicated to torture. It was impossibly inhumane, an eternal place for suffering. And once you're sent there, your fate can never be changed. He was also blessed with the forbidden ability of resurrecting dead people. It was wrong on every level, and some might question why he was even given that ability. Nevertheless, he used that ability to give himself a secretary.

When Miles woke up, he was sitting in Quinn's study. He was up all night trying to figure out what Quinn meant. Miles knew that the death fated for everyone on the aircraft was in Canada, but he didn't know how, or how to stop it. This didn't usually happen. Something was clouding his vision.

"There has to be something more. That can't be all you left me." Miles opened the draw again, and stared at it. It was empty but he refused to believe it.

"Quinn told me to come here in case of an event like this. But why would he tell me to come to his crusty ol house if there wasn't a reason? Maybe I'm thinking to deep into this." He opened up the draw to start to put all the papers back, but decided to check again to be sure nothing was in the drawer.

He reached his hand in the back of the draw, and felt a small tab made of silk. He managed to pull on it, and it lifted the fake bottom from the draw. 'Yes!' Miles thought to himself, before lifting up the board and finding a key. No special hologram with instructions, nothing. He took out the key and studied it. It was purple and had a ribbon on the end, and it was the old style of key. The type that was skinny and long, with two bars at the end.

Suddenly,memories flooded his vision. All he could see was himself only a few months prior to Quinn's death, when they were on vacation in Canada. At the time, Canada was still being reconstructed after the damage from the war. His past self was talking to Quinn about getting more allowance.

"Come on Quinn, $500 a week isn't enough. I know you have more money hidden in this house somewhere. Where is it?" Miles demanded, slamming his hands on Quinn's desk. Quinn sighed, opened his draw and tossed a key to Miles. "Go find it."

That entire week, Miles was trying to use the key on every drawer in the house, but wasn't able to find anything. Until the day he finally found the money, and from then on, that's where Quinn left it for him. The key was always in the draw, and the money was always in that spot. Quinn did it so that Svana wouldn't find out he was secretly spoiling their kid.

When the memory ended, Miles slapped himself in the face. How could he forget about that spot?

He took the key and ran down to the kitchen, pushing past Aubrey who was making breakfast. "Out my way!" Miles demanded, climbing onto the counter. He opened the cupboard and started throwing the fine china out of his way. They shattered on the ground. "What are you doing?!" Aubrey yelled in shock. Miles didn't answer her. When all the fine china was out the way, there was a small door that could fit a fat mouse in the back of the cabinet. It had a keyhole that would fit the strangely shaped key.

He put the key in, and turned it. As planned, the door opened, and he reached his arm in. "Come on come on come on..." Miles closed his eyes and focused on looking for whatever clue Quinn left him. Meanwhile, Aubrey was in the background cleaning up the shattering china. "I wonder what he's looking for..." "Aha!" Miles pulled his arm out of the hole, with a piece of blue paper folded up. He jumped down from the counter, nearly landing on a shard of porcelain. Miles walked over to the table and opened up the paper. It was a map, on dark blue paper with writing in white ink. Surely enough, it was his step-father's.