Gone.

Nothing but debris.

No note.

Nothing.

Flash-forward to the next day, August 2nd, 2007, I have to talk to Alicia about that note! And what no better way to talk about it over a Starbucks breakfast to start the balmy, summer morning.

"Sooo, that note. The one we made before the studio closed,"

Alicia looked up at me, a mouth full of apple fritter.

"It's gone." I just couldn't find a less straightforward way to put it. Disgusting bits of chewed apple fritter were spat onto my side of the table. Talk about a drama queen!

"SYD!"

"Don't look at me! I didn't do it! I was the one who went to the mirror and found out it wasn't there, so it's not my fault!"

"Do you realize how-"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't waste your breath." It was either me saying that, or be in for another long, nagging lecture.

"Fine. Don't come crying to me then if an Aggro Crag lands on top of your house and crushes it, or your basement gets flooded with slime."

With Alicia, once again, sarcasm was her norm, but now I'm just plain scared. Were those the spells that were written on that note? Crap.

"I...gotta go." I sip my scorchingly hot latte to wake me up, and drove as quick as I could back to my home, whilst still abiding by the speed limits.

When I made it back to my house, a modest-looking country cottage, I thanked God I was not too late. Now, in the meantime of this "still safe" time, I went through a rediculously long list of employees/friends we worked with back in the day at Nick studios. First, alphabetically, other than Alicia, was my "hush-hush" boyfriend, Alexander.

After 5 weird, long rings, a young, male voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"Alex, this is Syd."

"Heeey! How are you?"

"Well, to be honest, I'm calling you because...you know that note me and Alicia saved when the studio closed? The one with all the spells and such?"

"Ohh yeah. *sighs* I was working one day, prepping up the restrooms around that time, and I turned it in to the main office."

"Ok. What'd they do with it?"

"The confiscated it, took note of the 'spells', as you call them, and now have some sort of carbon-copied record of it. Now, from what I can remember, it's in the Nickelodeon Permanent Records Facility."

Talk about too much information.

"That's all I need to know. Thanks."

"No problem."

Now we have taken care of that particular problem, all that's remaining was the matter of access into the Nick Permanent Records. Seems easy enough, right?

You know what they say, don't count your chickens before they hatch.