Luna opened one of the storage cabinets and pulled out four surgical-looking masks and the gloves. “Boy, I thought I’d never have to wear these again.” She thought about the nearly two years when everyone had been encouraged to wear a mask in public. “Gives me the willies just thinking about it.” She handed the protective items to Ellie, Chi-Chi, and Cullen. Just before she was about to put her mask on, she suggested, “Maybe we should get the dogs out of here.”

“Good idea.” Cullen nodded at Ellie to round up the pooches and put them in the showroom. “They can’t do too much damage.”

Ellie motioned for the dogs to follow her. Wiley looked up at Luna. “It’s OK. You can go with your buddies.”

Wiley obediently followed his pals, and Ellie shut the door.

“Everyone ready?”

A resounding “yes” came from the group.

Cullen cautiously lifted the top of the trunk. There was a folded blanket that smelled worse than the trunk. The odor came right through their masks.

“Whoa!” Luna exclaimed. “It’s amazing it’s not in cinders.”

Cullen gently removed the blanket and placed it on the floor. Luna began to unfold it. Wrapped within the blanket was an old diary. The edges of the pages had turned brown. It, too, had a lock. “Cul, take a look at this. See if you can unlock it.” As she was about to hand it to him, she got another flash. Someone was running.

“What?” Cullen asked.

“Another flicker. People running.” Luna shook her head in an effort to clear it. She turned the secret book over to her brother. Another fold in the blanket revealed a small wooden box about ten inches long by twelve inches wide and five inches deep. She lifted the lid. It contained ticket stubs, a flyer, and fake coins. The kind you would use at an amusement park. Just like the vision she had experienced. She sat on the floor and scrutinized each piece. “Wow. This is someone’s history.”

“But whose?” Cullen was leaning over Luna’s shoulder at this point.

Luna placed the items back in the box. It would be a tricky process to make any sense out of it. And the diary? That would require some time. It looked as if this was going to be a bigger project then Cullen had imagined. Not that he would try to figure out the puzzle of ownership, but now his sister was going to be immersed in it. He knew all too well that Luna would make every effort to piece it together. She was unstoppable.

Cullen checked the rest of the trunk. “Well, I feel like Geraldo Rivera when he opened a vault that belonged to Al Capone. All the hype and only dust.”