Carol and I scour through my basement the next morning. We're looking for information about this whole Fomorian-Danann ordeal and honestly, I'd rather we're not involved. She sure knows how to convince people though.
The basement is cleaner than when I last saw it. All the cobwebs removed, dusty corners and shelves cleaned and most things have been organised. Makes it easier to look for things. Where the hell did that crate go? It had most of the research my parents had done on the Danann.
"Maybe whoever cleaned this place up put it somewhere else." Carol states. I know she feels like this is a wild goose chase.
"Let's ask Kelly, she's cleaned the place." I say.
"Or, it could be still here." She says as she rushes to a shelf and pushes it outwards. We see a small compartment behind it
