"Where are you?" He would ask "God, please tell me where you are!" How was he going to complete this impossible task? He had the friendliest of faces that I'd ever seen. With his half moon shaped glasses, short brunette hair and an odd yet endearing enthusiasm for the Crime-Thriller genre, he'd seem like your average 'local library' librarian. I always talked to him about the things that one wouldn't normally confide into a librarian, and he would sit there,with an observant expression on his face and listen to it all. He knows so much. But instead of his reassuring smile, I now see the scrunched up faces of the curious reporters. I see the faces of a mourning family trying to keep it all together. I see the blinding lights of the cameras. I see people whispering to each other, wondering what it is that had happened to the 'nice old librarian chap'. I have his half moon glasses, coated with blood, The Secret Seven books with pages torn at unusual places, and a mysterious statement given in the newspaper, with me in order to save the day. Jonathan Stewart's story is a story left unwritten on a very unnatural Cliffhanger, and I, as a reader, will find out what had happened.
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