There's probably a sign somewhere.
I’m not saying it’s a hunt, but if you take the weighted average of the infinite possibilities opening and closing like a clam, I’d say I’m missing something.
This must be the place, but it feels like a rendezvous that will never happen. And yet, Alaska Marie wrote the address on this handkerchief. Which - now that I look more closely - resembles a pair of panties more than a handkerchief.
There's definitely a sign somewhere!
