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Tulip started down a grassy path into the dark forest. It was a sound night as she walked to the crunch of leaves and waking crickets. She finally came to the place where all this trouble began. She was sure this was where he disappeared- or maybe he never left. All that visibly remained was a shallow, empty hole. Tulip thought to herself for a moment, when suddenly she heard a faint thump. Startled, she quickly looked in every which way, hoping to see the answer. She saw nothing. Tulip cautiously turned back around to continue her investigation, keeping a vigilant eye to her surroundings. Flashbacks ran through her mind of the few but mysterious encounters she had with the boy. Tom, was his name. "What could even be kept in here?!", she thought. Anxiously, she tried so desperately to remember any little detail that could help her understand. Then, again, she heard a thump.