I am walking around my yard. We live in some old mansion that my Grandfather and Grandmother owned. But they died a couple weeks ago. My mom is still very upset. I see her every morning sitting drinking coffee looking at a picture of them. I walk around the huge grounds and walk into ivy covering two arching trees like a blanket.I brush them aside easily and almost immediately trip on a log. I fall over it onto the soft summer ground. Moss cushion my fall. I spotted something in the hollow log. It must have been pushed out when I fell. It is old yellowing paper rolled into a tight scroll. I take it out and it crumbles a little in my hand. Carefully I unwrap it. It is a map out the woods around the mansion. The is a small faded black x in the farthest corner of the woods. I carefully fold it and place it in my satchel that is always at my waist. I walk back toward the house as the sun sets. I sit at the dinner table my little brother Logan is eating like he's never eaten before.