To: Lost House Participants

From: Lost House Master Administrator

Subj: First Clue



When the clock strikes 12, the men in brown do their jobs best. Don't be home, or your package will go to the right person.

Your friend,

Master Administrator


"When the clock strikes twelve?" Mike asked his wife, "Twelve noon or twelve midnight?"

"Well, if they told you, it would be a command, not a clue, right?" Darcy answered, brushing her hair out of her face.

"It's not a very good clue, I mean, men in brown? We're getting something from UPS."

"Then it wouldn't be in the middle of the night, would it."

Mike paused. "You know, sometimes I realize why I love you so much."

"You honestly weren't able to put that together yourself?" Darcy asked with a sly grin.

Mike scowled, "Hey, at least I was man enough to admit that I wasn't, okay?"

"That's because I'm not a man."

Mike plopped down in a chair at the table beside Darcy. "You know, that seemed too easy. Maybe it's an allegory for something. Maybe they've got their own delivery system, and they're coming at midnight, and they're just hoping to mislead us."

Darcy shrugged, "This would be so much easier if it was "Be home at 12; we could just take turns staying home."

"Yeah, well, it's not supposed to be easy, is it." He huffed. "Well, here's what we'll do. We'll have a day out. Leave around 11, come back around 1. We'll go to the movies, whatever. It's a good excuse for us to get out of the house and spend sometime together." He kissed his wife on the forehead. "Have a nice date since we'll be apart once Lost House actually does come up."

Darcy blinked. "What makes you think I'm not coming?"