Ch.6 The unusual day (pt.2)

AN: (Sorry that I'm late been busy with work and all, also had some problems finding inspiration, then I discovered music again so expect almost weekly uploads or updates)

"Yes there is, what do you have in mind?"

He moved towards the stairs and climbed them step by step. The company of Margo and Quentin had bought him a small bit of happiness that he could not let go. His mind raced with the thought of this new adventure that had intrigue at every turn. Halfway through climbing the stairs they took a small break as there was still quite a while to go.

"I think she left something in that painting bucket she used but she didn't want to any wanderers to notice so she hid it at a place that only almost nobody would think of looking. Should be interesting what we find if she hid it so thoroughly."

Margo glanced at Quentin and they both nodded in agreement. "She had a knack for turning any trip into an adventure, even if it was to the gas station. She would stir up an interesting conversation with a beggar or convince a shopkeeper that she is the daughter of a millionaire before running off and just disappearing again with some fake proof. Most of the times it was hilarious, but she didn't find it funny she found it intriguing how people reacted to her lies. Marian is quite a character."

She left a small chuckle.

"Reminds me of certain someone, who used to surprise people in almost the same way."

He winked at Margo and she threw a soft punch his way, Quentin laughed through the whole ordeal. They continued up the flight of stairs that seemed more like and endless waterfall.

As the slowly opened the door the cold air whipped up their backs and causing Jason even to let out a shrill of excitement.

"Reminds me of home, cold, beautiful and always sending a shiver up your spine."

"Never liked the cold it forced me to wear so much clothes that I felt like a cookie monster after he raided the cookie jar at the factory of cookie making." Quentin laughed at Margo's phrase.

"That is going to leave an image in my mind for a while."

Jason approached the window cleaner's balcony and immediately saw the not stuck beneath the blue paint can. It had a big red 'L' written across the face. Inside was even more astounding.

'The letter of so much meaning, yet there could be so much answers that would confuse even the greatest fiddler. So here's a clue: A map of hearts will convene near the lights of many a corner. The place where the chicken never crossed the road there near an alley in the waste of life shall you find your next clue.'

Jason looked up and suddenly noticed the vastness of New York. The way the concrete jungle had eclipsed through this mesmerising view. Central Park lay before them, with the empire state sitting just to the east and the sun still rising through the sea sky. Quentin gave his jacket to Margo so she could at least stop her uncontrollable shivering.

"So… You found anything? Besides the view of course, reality can sometimes obscure the true beauty that this world has to offer."

He handed Margo the note and let out a faint smile. "Wiser words haven't been spoken, my…"

A small silence, should he consider the word. The last time he used it proved to be the opposite, but something seemed different. A world without love is not worth it.

"Friend, we seem to be at a junction where to look next, but it could lead to some more running through the streets on horses walking or just plain relaxing at areas."

Margo closed her eyes and started thinking. "Maybe she…"

An alarm went off and all three of them suddenly had the same idea. "Run!"

AN: (It's so good to be back)