Montclair High

The night deepened, and finally in Kiernan's room, after hours of writing a single letter, he put his pen down and gazed out the window at the twinkling stars.

The pigeon then flapped its wing and appeared between him and the sight of the twinkling stars. It was quite impatient to start flying back to Nightingale.

"Yeah, yeah…"

Kiernan folded the letter, placed it inside an envelope, and then slid the necklace inside the same envelope. He was sending it back to his mother.

"You know, Nevaeh, we could've just called. Nod if there is a reason why we shouldn't use our phones."

The pigeon pecked as a nod.

"Right…"

Kiernan then wrapped the envelope with a small string around the pigeon's leg.

"I won't be here the next time you'll come. I'll be by Gaul. You know how to get there?"

The pigeon waited a moment before nodding. It had great tracking abilities and had never failed to deliver a message.