“I don’t recall catching  your name.” The recipients of the potential bombing were strolling through the wood discussing things. The oldest and wisest male in the group was getting anxious. “Er-so are you going to tell me about that key aloft in your hand?” “Oh! That key you bombarded me for!”, the second oldest in the middle of the three replied. The youngest started drifting off physically and mentally. Suddenly, a loud crack sounded beneath his feet. Hidden through the seams in his shoe were two toy figure construction builders, and tucked between ones leg was a note. “The key.”