I own nothing.
Hawaii was hot and humid. The keys said Destiny Post Office was written on the front. 229 was on the back of Helga's old rested key. Phoebe's held the numbers 582. The bank teller was a the older man with a tan that could out Jersey to shame. His black dyed hair was parted to the right. Helga held up the key. Instead of offering to open the door, he handed them a note.
Password. To get into the room you have to give the man a password. On the way here you passed three billboards. Each billboard leads to a place. Each place has a street number. One of the street numbers is the password.
phoebe let out a small laugh. Helga muttered a curse under her breath. It wasn't just a scavenger hunt. It was a maze. Two of three turns were dead ends. The billboards were easy to find of the 2 mile road from the post office to the air port. phoebe stayed behind. Helga would text her the first billboard lead to a bar with fruit drinks from one end to the other. Helga looked outside, but found no numbers. She entered.
The bartender was barley old enough to drink himself.
"What's the street address of this place?" Helga asked arms crossed leaning on the bar.
"The same price as my favorite drink 537." The bar tender said as he added an umbrella to the drink on the bar. "Sit. Have a drink." HE said handing the pink monstrosity to her. She walked out and text phoebe when she got to the sidewalk. A message soon came back.
The man said we both need to be here for him to accept the password.
"Crimney! Why is everyone so full of it?" Helga was soon in the back at the post office. The password was told and they were lead to a room. That room led to another and soon they were back in the lobby.
"I think we were incorrect." phoebe said in a small voice.
"Listen bub. I'm not doing that again. Just let us in the d-" phoebe stopped Helga as she neared the man's neck.
"You shouldn't act irrational. It will catch up to you." phoebe warned while placing a hand on Helga's arm.
"Fine, but if she wasn't here. I would have kicked your can all the way to Timbuktu." Helga warned.
The approached the second billboard. It led to a message place near the coast. 2184 was on the side. Easy enough. As they almost headed back, they stopped at the third billboard. It was to a jewelry store.
"Okay, listen I don't have time for this. So give me the street address and I'm on my way." Helga told the female jeweler.
"Tell me your ring size and I'll give you the number." The one whose name tag said Maggie stated.
"Why do you need our ring size?" phoebe asked although she already had an idea.
"Two men came in here a week ago. He said if two woman come in asking about the address to get their ring sizes." The nice woman said while putting the sizer on phoebe.
"5." She did the same to Helga. "4. Alright than. It is 2235." She smiled as Helga and phoebe left.
The post office accepted the number to the jewelry store and let them inside. Two packages sat on the table. Inside were winter coats and tickets to New York. Another note was on Helga's.
The Big Apple waits. Time is all it takes. Ben will help you connect after you find your passport in the heart of New York."
"Arnold!" Helga screamed.