"Another boring day in the boondocks." I thought to myself, having just woken up at 11:00 AM. I had stayed up the previous night 1:00 doing, as I suspected I would be doing all day today, nothing. I immediately went online, to see if any of my friends were on, and to see what colorful responses I might have gotten on The Lost World Board.
After doing essentially nothing for another four hours, I decided that maybe checking the mail would be time better spent. As I went out the door, I remembered why I hadn't been outside very often. It was at least 95 degrees out there! I quickly retrieved the mail and hurried back to my air conditioning.
I started sorting through it just to make sure that nothing was for me. A couple of bills, some junk mail, a magazine, and… "What is this?" I thought to myself. It was addressed to "Mr. Christopher". "Interesting." I mumbled to myself. It became even more interesting when I read the return address. It was from Telescene Studios!
I proceeded to tear it open, and two letters fell out. One was for me, the other for my parents. The one for me read as follows
Dear Mr. Christopher (Armslore14):
It has come to our attention that you are very enthusiastic about our series, "The Lost World", and would do almost anything to save it. If you come on the "trip", you may be able to help.
There was no signature.
The one for my parents elaborated further, saying that I had been invited on a trip to South America (!), all expenses paid, in tribute to my loyalty to the series. I would only need clothing for a two-week trip, and be at the Telescene studios one week from today.
Of course, I was stunned. I showed it to my parents, who were actually very happy for me. "This is the trip of a lifetime!" said my mom. "Are any girls going?" asked my dad. The next couple of days were pent packing, and getting plane tickets, with me wondering all the while "How does taking a trip save a TV show?"
When the day finally came, I was ready. I walked on to my plane (which was fashionably late) and asked myself "What have I gotten myself in to?" The entire flight was spent alternately reading and sleeping. After the plane touched down, I was surprised to see someone holding a sign with my name on it. I went over to him and said, "I am Mr. Christopher." He flatly stated, "Very well. The limousine is out front." "Limo?" I thought as I followed him. "What's going on here?"
