“Got any proof your boyfriend is missing?” you ask the littlest broad.

“Boy-who-is-a-friend,” she corrects. “And yes, have a look at this…”

She pulls a rolled up document from her back shorts pocket and puts it on my desk.

“This is what I call The Manuscript. I wrote down everything that’s gonna happen, which I know, because I’m a time traveler. But we can change the future together.” 

“Does The Manuscript know… I’ve got a booger in my nose?”

“Page 11,” she replies. You flip through it. Sure enough, the word “booger” is on there. In green colored pencil. Uncanny.

Return to the email to continue your investigation.