Autumn had given him a wonderful idea, it more than fit what he told himself that he wanted to do right now. To avoid… magic, but also try and learn about the ‘Sunny’ who was driving him so crazy. Not that he suspected that he could do anything about what she planned, but he could learn –something- of her history with the town. Perhaps, with that he might better understand what he had seen in the Library. Perhaps even… he’d learn something new that felt grounded. Something beyond strange languages or Eldritch voices from ‘Other’ things that may or may not masquerade as humans, or deer-things, bird-dogs… that manner of ilk.

He made a list at first, a plan of attack for the places he could look. He tapped his fingers on the note paper, pen poised before he started jotting down ideas for people he would contact, places he would search

1) Jeremiah – police records. (ask if school records are available?/Ask school directly.)
He’d have to explain that he was strictly looking into a paper trail, not trying to go back to the beach and make deals with her. Not…something that was on his to do list, maybe ever. At least he liked to think that it would be never but he knew well enough that things DID change.
2) Ancestry.com - get last name, find out if anyone has it, and see if any records turn up.
That one was maybe a long shot. But he really did feel it was worth a try.

He leaned back after jotting down the Internet page, rubbing his eyes and sighing. –Think. He told himself.

Tax records, those would be public, right? – he jotted those down and then thought…there had to be historic records right? Like…. even old photographs. He knew what she looked like.
Places like The Library and Any Historic Society willing to share would be useful. He wasn’t sure if Tax Records were that publicly available, but it would be a good thing to try.

He did know you could look up a certain amount of information from web pages for Local Court Houses and while he wasn’t entirely holding his breath for anything to actually show up in anything like a court house, he had no idea what it might amuse Sunny to do or not do.

Having made the list… he leaned back in his chair and eyed it. It looked, it looked if nothing else like a good start. It felt solid, it felt real, and it felt like the scratched down letters on lined paper might somehow help ward away any further strangeness, at least for a little while.

He rubbed his eyes and nodded.
He first pulled out his phone and sent text to ‘Detective Dad’ – the contact on his phone bearing the image of a very aggravated looking chicken of some, fluffy designer breed; the ring tone for this particular contact? Well as of recently it was ‘kiss with a fist’.
He typed out a message, requesting permission to get access to read, or better yet copies of any paper trail that the detective might have. He had to break up the rather long missive into a few pieces, but he wanted to be complete both in his reasoning and his request. Too many rounds from when he was younger playing the “You get only what you ask for” game.

As soon as he was satisfied that it had sent he packed up his list, his book bag, and two smaller empty notebooks so that he could jot down anything he found that might come up as ‘interesting’ – anything to help prevent him from making too hasty a decision and he decided to head for the Library. He could use the public computers, he hoped, check their books on town history, or just history of the area in general. He tossed one final text to Jeremiah on where he was heading. Worst case they could grab lunch together and he could learn if he might be granted access to the files, or if he could just get his ‘Dad’ to tell him what he could remember.

He patted down his pockets, flipped open all the pockets on the book bag like he was sure he would have forgotten something, everything… or lost something in the few moments it had taken him to collect what he wanted.

Maybe he was just a little suspicious that something would happen the second he left the house, left his room, left behind anything that seemed solid and sure.

But… he did want answers, needed answers, and needed to better understand, or pretend he had a chance to.