Gia turned on the table lamp illuminating a locked, octagon shaped jewelry box with painted yellow stars next to the unopened mail. Stepping over the broken glass where a plush elephant and limbless robot stood guard over the offending rocket. Scanning the dusty bookshelf on the far wall, she referenced the copy of The Secret of the Old Clock, praying the key was still hidden safely away. The jewelry box opened as easily as the intruders had entered her home years ago and killed her father. Clutching the plus shaped pendant, Gia left her childhood memories behind to be forgotten.