Chapter 3:
"At least, you hope so." said Jean looking at Marie with concern in her bright hazel eyes.
"I know so. I can feel from the aura of the scroll that what it bears is the truth." Marie answered looking down at the scroll that she clutched tightly in her fingers.
"Where are the other daughters anyway?" asked Jean turning her back to Marie to face the desk and computer.
"I don't know….How am I supposed to join them if I do not know where they are?" Marie asked her voice rising in panic.
"How am I supposed to know?!? I do not have any connections with these people, while you, however, do. You are, in effect, their sister…Maybe you can sense them." Jean snapped idly fingering the mouse cord hanging down the side of the computer desk. As she fingered the cord the mouse jerked across the mouse-pad and the screen jumped into activity. Jean gasped as the 'Word' document Marie had been working on disappeared and the 'Internet Explorer' start-up screen took its place. Slowly Jean backed away from the whirring computer whose Internet program was showing the fact that it was searching for something. As the world turned in the upper right hand corner, the screen jumped again and a 3D picture, of a young man's head, appeared in the window. The 3D picture seemed so life-like, Marie thought the computer was acting as some type of a window. Jean moved slowly foreword with her hand raised, as if to touch the screen. But before her fingertips made contact the head spoke:
"What do you think you are doing?" it asked causing both girls to jump backward screaming.
"You're real!" exclaimed Marie, her shaking hand over her pounding heart.
"What did you think?" asked the head.
"That you were some neat special effect…or sumthin' "answered Jean carefully trying to not offend it.
"Humph," replied the head grumpily, and then continued, "What was your question?"
"Huh?" answered Marie, her face a mask of confusion.
"You asked a question, I am here to answer." The head shot back.
"Well I don't remember asking you a question, but I do have one for you now," Marie stated twisting the now silver ring on her finger, "Who are you exactly?"
"What? Do you mean to tell me that I have not said?" the head asked, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Yes, I do mean to tell you that." Marie answered her hands dropping to her sides in frustration.
"I am Chrysippus, the keeper of the ring and scroll." The head quipped.
"You sure haven't done much of a job if I've got it, have you?" jibbed Marie.
"For your information, You were supposed to have the scroll right now. It is in The Plan." snapped Chrysippus.