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the way this kept drawing him in. He felt continuously compelled to return to the box, as if some unseen force was pushing him along, encouraging him to see the answers.
    Once he was finished eating, he picked up the backpack and placed it in his lap. He intended to reach inside and open the box so that he could take another look at the items within, but as he reached for it, he caught sight of the carved words on one of the sides.
    “Help,” “Come Together” and “Yesterday.” He’d almost forgotten. According to Brandy, these were all songs by The Beatles. Maybe the items inside the box weren’t what he was supposed to gain from Brandy’s visit. Maybe it was this small bit of knowledge. But what did it mean?
    “Three songs,” he muttered to himself, hardly aware that he was speaking aloud. Not just three songs, but three songs by the same group. That made it less likely to be a coincidence. If he’d been more into music, he might have made this connection as well, but he wasn’t very familiar with the music of The Beatles.
    Songs. Singing. Music. He read the last line to himself several times, the one that Brandy had not recognized:
     
    G N J
     
    Albert stood up, slipped the backpack over his shoulders and walked away from the table. He no longer noticed the people around him. He threw away his garbage on his way out of the cafeteria and then climbed the stairs and left the building heading south across campus. The three song titles circled again and again through his thoughts. Music. Perhaps it was a long shot, but just maybe whoever carved those song titles into the box was referring to the university’s music building.
    The music building was on the other side of campus, next to the field house. Albert made his way south on Third Street, then west on Pole Street, which passed by the Cube. The Cube was four identical eight-story dormitories built together in a square. This was the main dormitory on campus, where better than half of all the resident students lived. He passed the Cube, crossed Redwood Avenue and then left Pole heading south on a sidewalk that took him past the art building and the field house to the music building.
    Albert walked around to the front, taking in his surroundings as he walked, and paused in front of the main doors. There was a large sign over the door, proclaiming the building as Juggers Hall. Until he arrived here, he hadn’t been able to remember the name of the music building.
    Juggers.
    He stepped through the front doors and found himself in an empty lobby. His hunch was growing into something more certain and he was able to find what he was looking for immediately. On one of the walls, hanging over a row of chairs that looked soft and cozy, but probably weren’t, was a large portrait of a balding, silver-haired gentleman in an expensive suit. He wore a thick mustache and an air of kind authority. Beneath the portrait, on an engraved plate, was the name Dr. George Nicholas Juggers.
    George Nicholas Juggers.
    G. N. J.
    He’d found it.
    He sat down beneath George Nicholas Juggers—his hunch about the coziness of the chairs was correct—and opened his backpack. “Help,” “Come Together” and “Yesterday” were song titles, and the GNJ referred to this building. Albert turned the box in his hands. First Brandy. He’d shown the box to Brandy and when Brandy found the key, she brought it to him. More important than the key, however, was that she’d brought him the answer to the second clue. Songs. He’d made the connection between song titles and music and followed his instincts to the music building, where he was rewarded with the third clue. Now he knew where to look. And what he was looking for were those last three lines. An I and a Z—or was it a one and a Z? The second line still looked like a roman numeral seven, but there was no way of knowing for sure. And the last line could’ve been anything.
    He stood up and looked around the room. There were soda