The necklace was always a mystery to him. Two years ago, during summer vacation, he found it washed up on a beach. No one claimed it, so he kept it. It was a real beauty, with its golden chain and the locket itself. It was locked, though, and Patrick didn't have any key. He didn't give it much thought. It was just a random locket. She stole a key. What could she say? It was beautiful, and what she called a home needed some decoration! It was normal-sized, and, shockingly, key-shaped. Ora kept it, of course. What type of trouble could a key get her in, anyway?