And then it turns out I was wrong, because I am writing another story. I went back to Clara's shop and we moved the desk and went to visit Jacob. I finally found a time when I could go and my mom wouldn't think that it was too weird. This time it was much easier to get there because I had brought my flashlight so we could see. We knocked on Jacob’s door and he said “Come in.” We did and Clara said “How are you?” And Jacob said, ‘I am well, thank you, how are you?” Clara said, “I am well too” and I said “me too, what are we doing today?” Jacob said, “Would you like to see my books?” Clara said, “Yes of course.” And Jacob showed us into another room and it was full of old books and I saw one that looked cool and I said, “Can I read that one?” He said, “Yes of course you can, but are you sure it won't bore you?” I said, “No it won’t. I don't think it will, anyways,” so I opened the book and it was something about traveling to a country I had never heard of and all of the people talked old fashioned like Jacob and it was pretty interesting. I looked up and Jacob and Clara were talking about something and I kept pretending to read, but really I was listening to them. Clara was telling Jacob that he should come up to her shop sometime and make sure that she didn't have any more of his stuff for sale. I had a feeling that they had had this conversation before and I felt left out, but then I thought who do you think you are? Of course Clara can visit Jacob without you. He lives under her shop. Then Jacob said, “Alright, I will go, but make sure that no one is in your shop, because I do not want them to stare at me and it would be a bad idea for us to all come out of the floor while someone is watching. Clara said that it was ok because she had put the ‘Closed’ sign on her door. This is a continuation of a story I wrote before, about a boy who meets a 200 year old man living under an antique shop

One night three people met on a hill by a tree. The tree was dark and it’s branches were wavy. The first one said “are you sure about this?” “Yes I am, X,”the second replied. The third one said “you are always worrying but this is the safest time. The cornek can only be stolen tonight.” “But are you even sure that we should steal the cornek?” Said X,”after all, it has the power to destroy stars.” “I am starting to doubt, you, X. Perhaps Q and I should go it alone” said the third thief. “I agree with you, 9, said Q, but we should give X one more chance.” And so, the three thieves crept down the hill and into the town. Q and 9 were so intent on getting to the church that held the cornek that they did not notice a figure standing by a lighted window and when X told them 9 only called her a worrywart. At last they got to the church and Q, who was the tallest, helped the others through the window before hiding behind a bench to keep watch. 9 said, “The cornek is in the vault under the altar. You will have to pick the lock, but I will get the cornek.” They moved the altar, X picked the lock,and 9 climbed through the hole. 9 came out carrying a silk wrapped bundle. X thought it looked ordinary, but was smart enough to keep that to herself. 9 handed the bundle to Q and then climbed out, closely followed by X. As the thieves made their way through the sleeping town, they heard someone following them. They began to run and were almost to the meeting spot up the hill when Q tripped over a log and dropped the bundle. They turned around and watched the stars explode over the town.