illumination (open)
The yellowish envelope on his desk had his name on it. His proper name.
Indy poked it. It crunched. He looked at it, carefully, trying to see if he recognized the writing, but he didn't.
DR. HENRY JONES JR.
C/O CITY COLLEGE
DEPT. OF ARCHAEOLOGY & HISTORY
1195 EDISON ST. STE. 45
THE CITY
THE WORLD
THE UNIVERSE
"Andrea?"
The secretary didn't answer. Indy sat down at the desk and removed his glasses, ripping the envelope apart. Ah... the crunching had been caused by some plastic coating on the inside. It looked like bubbles. Full of air. He poked one. It burst with a loud pop. Indy heard a chuckle.
And as he turned toward the sound, he removed his father's diary from the envelope and cursed under his breath, quite quietly.
Indy poked it. It crunched. He looked at it, carefully, trying to see if he recognized the writing, but he didn't.
DR. HENRY JONES JR.
C/O CITY COLLEGE
DEPT. OF ARCHAEOLOGY & HISTORY
1195 EDISON ST. STE. 45
THE CITY
THE WORLD
THE UNIVERSE
"Andrea?"
The secretary didn't answer. Indy sat down at the desk and removed his glasses, ripping the envelope apart. Ah... the crunching had been caused by some plastic coating on the inside. It looked like bubbles. Full of air. He poked one. It burst with a loud pop. Indy heard a chuckle.
And as he turned toward the sound, he removed his father's diary from the envelope and cursed under his breath, quite quietly.