It took her two pass-throughs of that hallway to realize that a poster was put up on the student bulletin board. When she realized it, she stared at the poster in annoyance and disbelief. The poster in question was advertizing the spring dance. She hated it. The dance, that is. She had to bring a partner. She had to wear a frilly dress. She had to smile to her peers whenever the talked to her and laugh when they told her a joke. The only thing that was a joke in her book was that the spring dance was required to all students.

But as she brooded over the poster and the impending doom it entailed, Nat was suddenly hit with an idea. She tucked her thought away in her mind to replay it for Luke later, for now though, she had class.

. . .

"It's the tiara Luke!" Nat declared, the duo at the Triton's home again after school. They were sitting in the kitchen while Brenda happily made them something to snack on. "The clue was talking about the tiara that is given to the Queen of Spring at the school's spring dance. No matter what grade she's in, if you are voted on enough (given a reason), the winner would take the tiara for the night."

"Good job girl!" Luke congratulated, feeling quite pleased with her. "That would explain why it is school policy that the tiara has to be returned at the end of the night. Anyone that doesn't hand the tiara back could be suspended."

"Or how its against the law and punishable by death if you're legal age." Nat chimed in. Then she paused for a moment before adding, "Wow. Our town is seriously messed up..."

"There's just one more problem before we go on." Luke told her, somewhat ignoring her last statement.

"And what's that?" Nat asked him.

"We can't take the tiara just to find out what it means for the mystery surrounding our town." Luke told her. "One of us has to win it at the dance. Without everyone knowing that we took it."

Nat's face slowly grew pale when she realized what that entailed for her.

. . .

Meanwhile, a 1930s coupe parked next to town hall. A butler stepped out of the front passenger seat and opened the door to the back passenger seats. A woman dressed entirely in black with thick sunglasses on stepped out of the car with a certain air of grace. She looked around, definitely not impressed with what she saw.

"So this is the town of remembrance." she said in a dull tone.

"Pamatovat." the butler agreed with a small nod.

"Funny." the woman said. "I thought this place would look a lot more... lively than this."

The butler nervously looked at his charge, not sure of what she was getting at or what she was going to do.

"Oh well." the woman said with a sigh. "We're not going to get anything done just standing here..."

The butler watched as the woman made her way to the town hall door to visit the mayor. Then he slid back into the front passenger seat to wait for her to return.

The moment she had seen the sign for the town's entrance, her life had become a dream. This was the town. This was the place were she could bring back the lost. This was the place were the past would become alive again. This was the place she would see her dead sister again.

But the secret of the town had to be unearthed first.

They had placed her in control of the project after their spy had send back news of the possibility of the unearthing. They already knew that she would be quite personal on the subject. And if the spy had been correct on what he believed, she would have had mutual connection with the one uncovering the town's history. It nearly blended in so well, the organization did not take it as chance.

She walked through town hall as if she knew where everything was. She kept right on walking until she stopped at the mayor's door. She adjusted herself a little and knocked on the door.