The year was 1934 when I met Mr. Alfred Frederick Jones in a pub in southern England. "I'm looking for something...something only 1/4 of the world believes in." He told me after downing his 3rd glass on beer. "Is that so? And who exactly is going to be joining you on this journey?" I asked curiously. There's no way this lunatic is going on his own. "A few guys, and maybe one other..." He said looking over at me. I looked back at him with an eyebrow raised. "one...other?" That's the beginning to how I got dragged down to south america with this loud guy who calls himself the finder of lost worlds. He should really try and find his mind before searching for ancient history.