The Search

Simon was anxious. After reciving the letter from Sunset Valley his hope had been renewed. He actually might have a chance at finding his father (which was why he had come to this blasted town in the first place)

“so.”

“so.”

*awkward silence*

Simon thought that this Kayla girl was hard to talk to.

He gave up the polite conversation (more like breaking silence) and said

“i’m leaving”

He wanted to find his father and he wanted to find him now.

He first tried city hall, he had taken the letter with him to show them the photographs.

as he waited for the tidy, buisness looking man in the expensive suit to come out of the ‘other room’ he looked out of the window, everything seemed so free, exept for the ery Demented-Triangle looking kid. yes, kid.

“i’m sorry sir, these photos are to misty, you’ll have to take them to a professional photo restorer and try again”

the idiot man broke him out of his thoughts. of course it couldn’t be so easy.

He walked out of city hall and up to the kid, maybe the kid might know some stuff

“hello”

“hi mister”

“have you ever heard of a man named Billy Meyer?”

“I can’t say I have sir”

oh well, it was worth a try

Simon started going up to anyone who might know. The local fire birgade, perhaps?

Nope.

He decided to check the public records, in the library.

It was like his mother had set him on to a wild goose chase. Nothing was adding up.

Simon was about to give up, until he saw an advertisement for fresh fish

Are you hungry?

Are you sick and tired of Frozen fish?

Well, Billy and Freddy Meyer have some fresh catfish, non-frozen caught right outside our door!

underneath that was contact information for Freddy and Billy Meyer, underneath THAT was a picture.

Could it be?

He drove as fast as the speed limit would allow to their house. If it wasn’t his father, then mybe a decendent or somthing.

Simon knocked on the door and a buff-surfer looking guy answered it

“Hello.” Simon said

“do you know where I could talk to Billy or Freddy Meyer?

“this is Freddy”

“okay, may I come in?”

“Sure, but only as long as you tell me what you want with me and my father.”