It's the beginning of December now. Me and Jay are still trying to figure out what might have happened that could have led us to checking into this hotel. I was sure there was a fifty-fifty chance that we may have seen Alex, but if he is'nt here then I almost feel like I don't want that to have happened, possibly from the fear that something may have happened to him.

I think we've gotten the winter-bug because me and Jay have been having headaches and been slightly feverish. But it was'nt too bad to stop us from trying to find out what's going on.

Right now Jay has gone off, looking around town for clues or something that could be of some help. Just incase we missed something the first time around. I decided to stay in the hotel room and try and open the safe. At this stage, I was just typing random numbers and hoping that one of them would work.

"Come on you piece of junk", I muttered as the damn safe timed out again. This was really just pissing me off now. I sat on my bed and took a sip of the tea I asked for from one of the hotel staff. One thing I had noticed during our stay here was that there did'nt seem to be any other guests. Just the staff and a girl. I think her name's Jessica.

I looked outside the window, hesitant about what could potentially be outside. Even in broad daylight I felt like I was being watched. I considered using the chest camera Jay had on him, but I did'nt want to end up like him and Jay and constantly be taping my surroundings. Besides, the light is on, and nothing bad ever happens on your own when the light is least, that was what I told myself.

What snapped me from my thoughts was a knocking at the door. I did'nt ask anything else from staff, the room had already been tidied and Jay brought the room's key with him so there should'nt be a need for anyone to knock at the door.

"Um, who's there?", I called out, but I did'nt get a response. I know that they had to have still been there, because I did'nt hear any footsteps leaving. Gathering my courage I stood up, constantly telling myself that nothing bad ever happens when the sun is up.

I opened the door just a crack and looked out, but no one was there. I opened the door further and looked down either side of the hallway. It almost seemed like there had been no one there to begin with.

"Dear God. I really am loosing in", I muttered and pinched the bridge of my noes, annoyed that I was letting myelf loose my mind like this. But then I saw it.

It was a package, about shoebox sized. It was wrapped in brown paper and tapped, though it was also tied in string for some reason. Under the string there had been paper tucked under it. I knelt down and slowly took out the paper and opened to read what it had to say.

'Happy (Late) Twentieth Birthday'

Had the current situation been different, I would have thought this as coincidence and brought it to the front desk. But my birthday was late May, and I was twenty now...I'm twenty...I hope that I at least did one normal thing that day.

But back to the actual situation, this box had to have been for me It was too much of a coincidence. I did consider that there may be a trap or something unpleasant inside of it so I shuck it. I heard a thump, along with some rattling. I figured it might be important and so I went back into the room and sat down with the box on the floor.

I thought about what to do with the box. Obviously I was going to open it at some point, but should I wait for Jay, or just do it now? There might be some stuff inside of it that is of importance. I looked at the time and it would be another half hour untill Jay came back so I figured I could wait untill then. For now, I'll just try and open that damn safe. It will at least give me something to do.

Slightly more then half an hour later, Jay did comeback and let himself in with the room key.

"Sorry I'm late. Any luck with the safe?"

"No, but this came for me today", I held up the package for him to see. Jay put his camera down on the dresser and took the box and examined it. "I already looked. There's no return adress or anything".

"Well, are you sure it's for you?", Jay asked and I nodded my head before holding up the note that came with it for him to read.

"This was under the string. It has to be for me since your older and my birthday was in May".

"...Well um...let's see what's inside of it then", Jay kneeled down beside me and handed the box back to me before reaching for his camera.

The string came off fairly easily. The tape was a bit more difficult to get off and Jay and I had to take turns getting the tape off untill it and the brown paper was off. Just as I suspected, it was a show box. I braced myself for the worse and gave Jay a nervous look before I removed the lid and looked inside along with Jay and his camera.

"Well, let's see what we have", I mumbled and started to take things out.

There was a small, purple, hardback diary inside of the box. The only thing that kept it from being open was a very cheap and almost toy like lock. Then I pulled out a somewhat crumbled sheet of paper with a child's drawing on it of a bald, faceless man with a suit. I was going to assume the drawing was old since the paper seemed yellow with age. After that I took out an old newspaper clipping. According to the date it was from ten years ago during July. I put it down, deciding to look through it properly later. There was also a tape...oh joy, a tape. They've brought me nothing but happiness. I scowled a little as I handed it to Jay before I took out the last item. It was a silver chain necklace. The pendant looked like a small, silver magnifying glass.

"Well, what do you think this stuff is suppose to mean?", Jay asked as he looked over at the child's drawing.

"This is mine", I said absent mindedly, still holding the necklace.

"What?"

"This necklace. It belonged to my grandma before she died and she gave it to me. But...I lost it after a biking accident...", I trailed off as something came to mind. "At least, I think so".

"You think so?"

"Well, I'm not too sure. There's a big gap of memory and...look. Let's just look at that tape", I mumbled as I took the tape from Jay. I only noticed then that it looked as if at one point there had been a sticker on the front of it, probably detailing what the tape was exactly before it was ripped off. I was'nt too sure what was going on, but I might as well look at the tape.

The tv in the room had a vcr so we were lucky in that area, so all me and Jay could do now was just see what the tape had to show.

The camera was pointing towards an worn, leather couch with a mother and ten year old child sitting on it.

"Th-that's me, and mom", I mumbled. It was mostly to myself, but Jay probably heard me anyway.

A police officer then appeared from off screen and kneeled down looking at my ten year old self. I only realised now that I looked incredibly pale then, and my hair looked tangled and messy. My hands also seemed to tremble as my mom rubbed my back, trying to soothe me.

"Rebecca...you were the last person with Michael before you both went missing. Do you know who took him?", the police officer asked, but I did'nt answer, not looking anyone in the eye just the ground.

"Rebecca sweetie, this is really important", my mom said, trying to get me to say anything.

"Has she said anything since we found her?", the officer quietly questioned my mom.

"No. She's been quiet since you found her".

"Except for the screaming?"

"Well, yes". The officer sighed a little. I guess he was annoyed with me for being difficult.

"What did the doctor's say? Was she hurt?"

"They said she might have been given a cuncussion, but that she did'nt show severe symptoms", my mom answered, a hand on my shouldor. She looked down at me and asked,

"Sweet heart, do we know the person who did this?" Surprisingly, I actually responded and shuck my head in a no response. What surprised me more was when the child me actually spoke.

"I did a picture of him. I brought it with me". Both of the adults looked down at me and the officer said,

"Well, let's see it then".

The child me took a picture out from her pocket a crumbled sheet of paper and handed it to the officer. He opened it up and looked at it and asked me,

"Where's his face?"

"He does'nt have a fave".

"Was he wearing a mask?", the officer questioned.

"No. He just does'nt have a face".

"Rebecca, what do you mean 'he does'nt have a face'?", mom looked very concerned as she looked at me.

"He does'nt have a face". The officer gave an annoyed sigh and looked to my mom who said to him,

"I don't think she's in the right state of mind right now. She might not have even seen his face, or simply does'nt remember". There was some distortion in the tape at this point, and I wanted to believe it was simply because of age.

"I can understand that. But a boy is still missing and there's a chance he may have been taken by accident".

"Why would you assume that?" At this point the video tearing seemed worse then earlier

"Because he-", but the officer had been cut off by my shirll screaming. During the adults conversation, the ten year old me had slowly looked up, as if sensing something and looked somewhere over the camera and my eyes had lit up with pure fear and started screaming, trying to get into my mom's protective hold.

"HE'S HERE! HE'S THERE, HE'S THERE! RIGHT THERE! DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME AGAIN!"

Both of the adults looked where I looked and by the looks on their faces, they probably did'nt see what I did. The tape ended just as my mom tried to comfort and calm me down.

"I...I...I don't even...I don't remember this. At all!", I could only stare at the blank screen, still trying to process what I have just watched with Jay.

"Look, just...just try to keep calm Rebecca. We'll think this out", Jay reasoned, putting a comforting hand on my shouldor.

"I know it's just that...this and what's happening now it's just so...so...", I sighed as I held my face in my hands. "I guess that biking accident story did seem a little off somehow", I mumbled.

"Biking accident?"

"Well", I started. "When I was ten, around the time of this tape I think, I had been in a biking accident. At least that's what my parents and the doctor said. Apparently the brakes on my bike somehow broke and in trying to avoid being hit by a car, I hit a pothole and hit the ground so hard it gave me a cuncussion which put me in a coma".

"But you don't think that's the real story?", Jay asked, obviously concerned.

"...I'm not sure...maybe...maybe I should go back to me and Alex's home town for a week or two and see what I can find out".

"You want me to come with?"

"No, I should do this on my own. Besides, there might be something important in that safe", I mumbled.

"Well, just sleep on it some more before you make a final decission", Jay suggested, and to be honest, it was probably for the best.

Date: 12/4/10

Time: 21:20

I got a package today. Inside of it was a diary I had from when I was ten, a necklace I had lost when I was ten, a child's drawing, presumably from me when I was ten and a tape, of ten year old me being questioned by an officer about a missing boy, and then sceaming that something was behind the camera even though no one else seemed to see it.

I all of this deeply disturbing, especially since there was a note on the box wishing me a happy (late) twentieth birthday.

I'm think I might take a break from me and Jay's little 'adventure' for a week or two and go back to my hometown and look into all this. The story of me having a biking accident was clearly a coverup for something else and I want to know what really happened, and who Michael is.

I just hope it's done before Christmas. It may be a somewhat miserable Christmas for me and Jay, but at least we'd have eachother's company.

Rebecca Kralie.