It was Alex’s mom, who was keen to hear how the past week had gone. Louise asked him if he wanted her on speakerphone, but he shook his head. He did...’t need to talk to his mom right now and was happy to let Louise do the talking.‘Your parents talked to Kevin today,’ she said after she had ended the conversation.‘They did? Why?’‘He needed your dad’s help with something. DIY stuff apparently. Your mom said he didn’t seem too pleased when he heard you are here with me.’‘Uh oh,’ Alex said, but then. What was revealed made him shake his head for here was his old meccano set, plus the wind up train that he had played with while living with his grandmother, being an only child, abandoned by his parents, he had to make his own fun. It was just curiosity to know if it still worked that he put a few drops of oil in the winding mechanism, wound the key and 'bingo' the train again ran along the lines. "I don't suppose modern kids would be interested in such a toy now, but as it still works and of. If the boiler exploded, there would be debris floating downstream or washed up along the shore. There would also be survivors, usually a lot of them. Yet, both boats just disappeared completely,” he explained.“I guess we need to be extra vigilant after St. Joseph, then,” I answered.The trip to St. Joseph was just like the last one. Each time we stopped for wood, the five of us were in our favorite spot, armed with an Enfield, two repeating rifles each, two Colt Navy revolvers, an S&W revolver,. She sauntered towards it, a smile on her beautiful, pale face. ‘If anything is worth finding in here, it will be in that light,’ she muttered to herself. The light trickled through the cracks of an ancient iron cast door. She wrenched it open, and shielded her eyes. What she saw next was nothing like she anticipated. This particular cave had been done up like a medieval bedchamber. Tapestries hung from the cavern walls, matched by lush and lavish woven rugs. A fireplace had been carved into.