THIS IS A PACKAGE DEAL...

As I stand here holding this package, so many thoughts begin to run through my head, I close my eyes and repeat the message I read from MRS. CURTIS L. MANN III’s phone aloud, “…Are you really gonna use it?” Mann, is she trying to kill me? [naaaah I’m trippin’] - I’m starting to feel real light-headed and dizzy, I definitely need something to drink – I open my eyes, turn around toward the kitchen to get some water and *BAM* everything goes black…I wake up after what feels like 3 hours but was more like 30 minutes with a cut on my head and a throbbing headache, the house is silent and totally dark - I begin to make my way to a nearby light - when I see a set of headlights race up the driveway, stop, back up and speed away, I turn the lights on and see the front door is still open, MRS. CURTIS L. MANN III’s phone is still on the table and the package is where I once lay. Ok, what just happened, did I faint? I lock the door, pick up the package & take it into the kitchen – I get some water and grab a knife out the drawer to open the package – I look at the box & notice there is no delivery or return address anywhere, I promise I remember seeing one before I ‘fainted’…But at this point I don’t care, I pick up the box and look for a easy way to open it, but immediately drop it when I feel it vibrate. My first thought is to run, but I pause, take a deep breath and begin to finish what I started. I slowly & very carefully begin to cut open the box [lifting one flap at a time]. Inside the package is filled with white styrofoam balls, I take another deep breath & reluctantly pour its contents on the kitchen table…there amongst the styrofoam is a KEY, an iPHONE, and a SEALED MANILA ENVELOPE marked in BIG red letters, “OPEN IMMEDIATELY”. This is beginning to be a bit much, at this point I’m not sure if I even want to know what’s in this envelope or why there’s an iPHONE and key on my kitchen table - I pace back & forth for a while - I find myself constantly picking up the envelope and iPHONE then putting them down, I stop, gain composure, take a step back turn & push open the kitchen door & am standing face to face with MRS. CURTIS L. MANN III…