Albert couldn't quite remember why he had chosen to force the lock on the old semi-detached cottage but what he found on the other side of the door was nothing like what he had expected. The trouble about quaint villages in the British countryside is that they are never as picturesque and idyllic as they may seem. Having said that, Albert didn't typically fit the bill for a burgular; at only 5'3" with a rather slight frame, he wasn't a terrifying sight to behold. Nevertheless, the fact remained that he had pried his way into the cottage and was now faced with the most astonishing sight he'd ever laid eyes on. Did he run? Cry out for help? Or just burst into laughter. He did none of those things, instead he squinted his eyes to view the image more clearly. What laid in front of Albert was a large, high-ceiling room that was completely covered in Post Its. Although at a first glance the Post Its didn't serve any obvious purpose, with squinted eyes, they could just about depict the shape of an envelope. The overall picture reminded him of a large scale Art Attack painting that only made sense if seen from a long distance but it was clear that whoever had left the 'art installation' had intended to use it as a clue. What Albert didn't know yet was the significance of the first clue in a long line of many others. The house had appeared empty when he had thought it was a clever idea to break in and it didnt sound as though anyone were wandering around so he thought it acceptable to continue his perusal of the home. As he walked away from the mass of sticky notes he looked down to notice a long stream of sherbert winding across the carpet until it disappeared under the door of the basement. What lay in front of the basement door was the next thing to catch his eye; an envelope. It was a rectangular manilla envelope that had a single post-it attached to the front. It began to be more clear that Albert was required to open envelope before going through the door. There was a strange rattling sound coming from within the parcel and Albert was astonished to find a child's rattle fall into his opened palm. Things we becoming more and more curious in this strange house and although he knew he should leave through the way he forced his way in, but he already knew it was too late, he had gone too far in.