Evie huffed as she checked her watch yet again to make sure she hadn't gotten the time wrong. She hadn't, of course, but she wanted to give Jacob the benefit of the doubt. Just as she was ready to give up on him, she heard him drop next to her.

"Hello, sister dear." His voice taunted her and she rolled her eyes.

"Lovely of you to arrive, brother." She followed him into the home of Alexander Graham Bell. Aleck had been waiting for days for them to arrive. He had sent a letter to her, requesting their immediate presence over something very important. His shop smelled of parchment, lamp oil, and something burning. "Aleck?"

He appeared from around a corner, looking excited and afraid at the same time, followed by Henry Green. "Oh, hello you two. I've got news about a—what d'ya call it before?"

"A piece of Eden." Henry offered.

"Right." Aleck moved to his workbench and shuffled some papers about before handing the parchment he was looking for to Evie. She examined the paper, taking in every detail about the piece. It was gold, of course, but it looked like a tuning fork for a piano.

"What does it do?"

"It has the power to control minds with music." Henry spoke up, smiling briefly at Evie before continuing. "Whoever hears the music is powerless to resist."

"Like sirens in mythology?"

"Very much so." Aleck interrupted.

"So, we're chasing after mythos now?" Jacob scoffed. He slumped in a chair and crossed his arms, annoyed that he had come for this. "What's next? Are we going to chase after a Cyclops next?"

"Jacob, you know as well as we do these artefacts are capable of amazing things." Evie replied. "You can't judge an object by it's exterior."

"Of course not, sister." He stood and strode over to her, taking the parchment from her and looking at it himself. It was interesting, but if it were true, it could be dangerous, he could admit that much. "It just—"

"Just what?" Aleck asked.

"Seems a bit boring. Mind control with music?" He tossed the paper down on the workbench. "Many have had their minds dulled by operas."

"Jacob, can you just pay attention?" Evie sighed in exasperation as she turned to glare at her brother, her eyes widening as she saw that part of his arm had gone fuzzy, as though it had turned to mist. It drifted up to his shoulder and down his chest, working it's way to his leg. "Aleck? What's going on?"

Aleck's eyes widened in shock. "I—I don't know!"

Jacob looked at his disappearing body and felt his heart pound against his ribcage. "Evie! What's going on?"

He heard no answer, however. His mind was a blur, hearing beeps and groans and moans, which was probably coming from him, before his body landed on something hard, knocking the wind out of him. The last thing he heard before he lost consciousness was a male voice.

"Holy shit. It worked!"