I had trouble falling asleep that night. I just couldn't get over the fact that I had access to all of the famed Pearl Jackson's memories. What was I going to do with the knowledge I gained from these flashbacks? I had trouble waking up in the morning, I don't know what I would do if I was expected to do something extraordinary. The real question I had, though, was 'Why me?' out of everyone I knew, I was the least qualified to help find some girl that had disappeared eight year ago. Besides, why on earth would I want to find my crushes crush.
"So, you didn't tell anyone about your recent discovery, right?" Jared asked the next morning.
"Oh, yeah. Don't worry though, it was just a whole swarm of reporters." I said nonchalantly.
"What!" Jared exclaimed. He then proceeded to freak out.
"I'm kidding." I said, "You really don't trust me at all, do you?"
"It's hard to know who to trust." He responded.
"Well, you can trust me. I swear it on the River Styx." I said. He smiled at me, but the bell rang, forcing us to go to class.