we see chris nine months older and a bit upset in a fit of rage.
"where is he! I want him found at all costs, dead or alive, perferably alive! I want that shard! he gave me a fake an i want it where it belongs!" yells chris in to the phone.
We see a man in front of him. he is in his mid forties with black and white hair almost grey. "mr. stuart i have the 2:30 pm appointment," says the man, "may we get on with our appointment."
"yes, yes, please come in professor." Says chris.
"well i am here to get your help in identifing an obect given to the museum of foriegn lands. an item in the exibit of the ancient land of wolfien. it was a sword given to us by a doner at the age of 18. says the proffesor.
chris was astounded. a sword from wolfien. it must be what jman took for him. " was he weearing a navy blue cloke looking like the night sky.
"no he was wearing black all over," replied the proffesor.
"where did he go after he left you at the museum?" asked mr. stuart excited.
"he said he was going on a plane to wolfien what it is today and go to the castle ruins to the burial chambers," eplained the proffesor.
"that means he must be going to get teh power of the sword mastered for himself to get its true power unleashed," thought chris.
the proffesor looked at his watch and saw that it was 3:00 he rose and tapped the ring on his finger and it started to glow. chris noticed this.
"proffesor what is that?" he asked.
"oh it is just a ring my wife bought me, when i tap it at the right moment of the day it glows a color of the temperature in the area i am in. a very handy feature i might say. i must be going mr. stuart i thank you for your time," said the proffesor.