Audrey opens her dockside door to a beautiful albeit quite normal sunny day and a curious parcel on her porch like an abandoned toy.
Little did she know that box was a novel full of enlightenment.
An hour later Nathan's latest incident report was replaced with a leather weather-beaten journal and when he looked up to an agitated but exuberant Audrey he couldn't help but say
'why good morning Audrey and eh…. you know people usually have doghnuts or pancakes for breakfast around here right?'
He unavoidably felt a slight jolt of happiness in himself too at calling her Audrey….and the smell of her perfume…he would never get used to this…
'Nathan,do you know what this is?'
'Audrey I really don't have time to play the guessing game here,Im swamped with these reports-
'Nathan please…just open it'
With serious unyielding eyes Audrey coerced Nathan into opening the journal,he took a moment to register her close proximity as she currently leant in towards him over his desk but became instantly serious when he saw the insciption inside.
'when did you get this?'
'this morning,it was left outside my door…have you ever seen it before..did you know he kept a diary?'
'cause we were so close-
'Nathan this is really important he must have sent it before he died or he made sure it was sent after he died'
'Did you read it yet?'
'I thought you should have it'
'it was addressed to you Audrey'
'Nathan its your father's diary,it wouldn't be right if I read it unless…'
'unless its not a diary but more of a message maybe its an account of the Troubles in the past…maybe he's trying to help us help the Troubled now?'
'something like that yeah'
'but I was there for the Troubles once believe me its different this time'
' maybe you just think that remember the chameleon case…maybe the Troubles are a reaccuring thing..Nathan there may be a pattern to them?'