"Aaaand action!"

Alfred mans a video camera at Fort Robinson State Park in Nebraska. He smiles as he shoots two young boys running across the park dressed as Captain America and Iron Man. This is what Alfred loves to do. He roams across all 50 states shooting little homemade movies he casts the citizens in.

"Great! And scene!" Alfred brings the video camera back down and the two six year olds come running over to him. The tall man notices the one dressed as Captain America was looking sad. "What's wrong, bro? You did great!" Alfred inquires.

"Well, making this movie is fun, Mister. And I'm so glad you're doing this for us. It's just that… pretending to be Captain America reminds me that I am not him. But I want to be him more than anything!" the small boy explains.

Alfred smiles sympathetically. "Awwww, dude! You don't have to be Captain America to be a hero" he reassures him and the boy smiles big at the advice. Then Alfred returns to his normal dorky self "but he is soooo cooooool isn't he?" the older man fanboys and the two boys laugh in agreement.

Alfred wishes the boys a goodbye and promises they'll see their short movie on YouTube very soon. He smiles down at his camera, remembering all that mishap at the Mcdonald's in Mississippi a day ago. "Man, if I ever find that girl again… I'm gonna make her hit me with that baseball bat again. Getting that on camera for one of my movies would be so legit!" And that is the sole thought Alfred F. Jones had on the entire subject as he took a large breath of fresh air and continued happily strolling out of the park.

Arthur Kirkland raises his eyebrows for the fifth time as they were leafing through the Atlas, he raises his head and cranes his neck to spot the sign identifying the type of books in that section.

Nonfiction

That's where he thought he had taken her, but… it still doesn't make sense.

"Did you know about this?" Alice asks Arthur in a shamed whisper. She didn't want him to have known and her feel stupid but she also really wanted to know that he hadn't already known.

Arthur furrows his bushy eyebrows and shakes his head. "No, I didn't."

Silence

"What do we do know?" the scared man asks also in a hushed whisper.

"I don't know! How am I supposed to know?" Alice is getting aggravated.

"Well, you told me to go find this book for you and now here we are!" he slams the Atlas shut and tries to hand it to Alice but she jumps away.

"No! Don't give that thing to me! I don't want to touch it!" she whisper screeches because they're in a library.

"How many other people know about this? I don't want to feel stupid if I start asking about it and it's common knowledge…" Arthur starts to worry, and pushes his shaggy blonde bangs back with his hand.

Alice finally grabs the Atlas and presses it to her chest "No. We're not telling anyone we didn't know this. I already humiliated myself in front of one of my students and I'm just desperately hoping he won't tell ANYONE about that incident. I know exactly what we're going to do." Alice opens the Atlas and points to the United States of America "We're going to this 'United States' place and we're finding that Captain America fellow. I need answers."

"Normally that would sound like a plan I want to be the farthest from a part of" England sighs "but I need answers too. Let's go."