"Tucker," I said, "Sam and I can't stay any longer."
"Where will you guys be going?"
"We can't say, for both your safety and the baby's."
"In that case, farewell." Said Valerie.
"Thanks, Val. You, too." Sam replied.
And as soon as they were out of sight, we flew off to Mt. Rushmore.
"I'm guessing by 'great one' he means Lincoln the great emancipator." I said.
"Ya think?"
"Be right back." Sure enough, there was a note under Lincoln's left nostril.
"What is it?"
"It's a note."
"What's it say?"
"Unless you want you're child to visit the pearly gates, you must travel to the golden gate."