MYSTERY OF THE NECKLACE

THE HAUNTING PAST: MYSTERY OF THE NECKLACE Well, okay, so it wasn't actually a vacation. If he were, still, alive, to be asked, I am sure that former President Ronald Reagan would have called our post-case activity a "working vacation". Something which Mr. Reagan was very fond of taking, himself. In our case, though, Tami and I had decided that our review, of the case, of the jewel necklace, would be, best, accomplished, from the company's base of operations. Primarily, this was because Mr. Brown's, and Mr. Blue's, resources, were much more open, with access, knowing that these two men were in charge of all inquiries. Personally, I dont think that Tami and I minded working out of the company base, for a few weeks. We could use the rest, after our past two "rest breaks". Although the corporate lodge had been a simple affair, to handle, once the living, and the dead, came to an agreement, this, new, case, would be more complex. According to the client file, all had been well, with the client, until just a couple of months ago. In fact, even her physician, of record, said she was one of the most sound women, of her age, that the doctor knew of. (Sounded just like my own doctor, who had, once, told me that they were glad that more of their patients were not in half as good of health as I was. If they were, the doctor would be searching for a new line of work.) The file said that the woman had been sound enough, not just to raise her own children, but to aid her children, with her grand-children. In fact, the only reason why she had decided to distance herself, from her family, was when she realized that the latest generation would be calling her GREAT-grand-mother. Even Tami agreed that, nothing would make a woman FEEL older, than being called GREAT-grand-mother. Since the woman was physically fit, even her doctors saw no reason why she could not continue to inhabit her own home. Her care-givers only complaint was that the woman left the workers so little work to do. She did her own housekeeping, and cooked her own meals. In fact, until recently, her community just accepted the woman as being "a piece of living history". She caused no trouble, so locals just visited, from time to time, to be sure she had what she needed. According to a report, from the post office, though, the "incidents", involving the woman, only began about 19 days AFTER the woman received a package. When the package was x-ray'd, at the post office, it was "cleared", since it contained NO explosives, nor powders, of any type. The post office was ready to certify, in writing, that all the package contained was a piece of jewelry. A necklace. While sharing another dinner, courtesy of our expense account, Tami searched the file, and found the photo, of the necklace. To me, the necklace seemed no different from those worn, by such queens as Cleopatra, and the goddess, ISIS. It was Tami, with her womans eye, for detail, which caught the differences. While Tami and I sought details, about the necklaces past, Tami's "handlers" issued yet another complaint, about Tami's so-called "non-compliance", with medications requirements. The handlers argued that, when not WORKING a case, Tami was to be fully sedated, to prevent any possible, suicide, attempts. The issue was that, with so many cases, wanting attention, that Tami and I had been busy, both doing research, and chasing spirits. Under the terms of Tami's care committment, Tami was to be severely sedated, but ONLY when NOT working on cases. As long as Tami was working, she was allowed to forgo seventy-five percent, of her medications. When Tami's handlers insisted that Tami was not, currently, on a case, and was, therefore, required to be medicated, Mr. Brown, who was growing very annoyed, with the states actions, and those, of Tami's handlers, came forward and, without releasing confidential information, insisted that Tami was doing research, on a case, and very much involved, in case development. When the state argued that, if Tami was not on a case site, then she was NOT working, Mr. Brown asked "Since WHEN is doing research considered "not working"? Then added "Most of any detectives work involves research. If Tami's activities are not considered "working", then I am paying dozens of people, for doing nothing." When the state said "You have just twenty-four hours, to place Tami on an operational job-site, or this oversight board will order her to be sedated." When Mr. Brown asked "Why?" The chairman, of the oversight board, was passionate, as they insisted "She is a suicide RISK, and MUST be, closely, monitored, to prevent another, potential, attempt at suicide". When Mr. Brown said "Bull", and a member, of the oversight board ask him to define his comments, Mr. Brown "laid it out", like this: "Tami has been on a number, of cases, and has had literally dozens of opportunities in which to kill herself, IF she wanted to. Neither my staff, nor myself, believe that this woman is suicidal." When a board member asked "Would you wager your business license on that?" Mr. Brown's heart did not skip a beat, as he said "Hell, yes! I will, even place my homes, cars, plane, and yacht in the pot, to cover this". When the board member said "Very well", Mr. Brown said "Now, hold on. I have placed my "ante" into the "pot". Where is your "ante"?" When the board member said "Our "ante" is Tami's health. If she tries to commit suicide, then we win". Mr. Brown would say "Un-acceptable. You KNOW my team goes into dangerous situations, ALL of the time. Sometimes, my team does take risks, to solve cases. Risk, which fools, like you, would consider "suicidal"." When the board member would ask Mr. Brown "Sir, just HOW would YOU define suicidal, then?" Mr. Brown would say "My terms are simple". "Term number one. Your "ante", into the "pot", must be equal to my own. ALL of your property, and holdings, as well as your "credentials", go into the "pot". "Term number two. The definition, of "suicidal", must be more clearly defined than to say that the team goes into dangerous situations". When a board member would ask "Just HOW should we define "suicidal intent, then?" Mr. Brown would say "Doing oneself harm, purely for the pleasure of doing such harm" When the board member would say "That definition is far too vague. What if she kills herself, while pretending to do her duty?" Mr. Brown would say "**I** wil take responsibility, for that, just as I take full responsibility, for informing any other agents families, of un-timely demise" When the board chairman would say "But, she MUST be ORDERED to check in, atleast every 72 hours. This MUST be a condition, of her freedom" Mr. Brown would moan "fine", knowing that this was a useless requirement, since Tami, like other team agents, reported in, every 24 hours. By the time Mr. Brown was finished with this pathetic "board", he would hope to return to base, and receive some GOOD news. His secretary made his day when she told him of our progress. It was believed that the necklace, in question, was at the HEART of this case. This was considered factual since no problems had occurred, prior to the delivery of the necklace. Currently, Tami was tracking the necklace's history, back to ancient history. This, while I was "pouring" over old volumes, which might contain spells, which might use such halucinations, as curses. The main problem, as Tami and I would point out, especially to Mr. Brown, was that there was just so MUCH information, on the general topic, of the necklace, that it might take months just to find out which information was true, and which was just "hearsay". When Tami would say "Just for example: atleast three rumors claim that the necklace is a communications device, while atleast eight rumors claim the necklace is a "beacon", as in a marker beacon. A means of targetting, or transporting. Think of the Star Trek transporter unit, and you get the idea." When Mr. Brown would ask "Do we atleast have an idea of WHERE this necklace MIGHT have originated?" Tami would say "Take your pick. Some sources claim Mount Olympus, while other stories say that it was a gift, or token, from another planet. Other stories say that the Egyptians either created the necklace, or ordered it" When Mr. Brown would say "Atleast that makes sense. After all, we KNOW that the Egyptians worked with metals, and had much, fine, jewelry." This is when Tami would say "Sir, I dont think we should narrow in, just yet. We need more than mere speculation, if we are to help this woman." When Mr. Brown would ask "What do you suggest?" Tami would say "Why not have her Priority ship the necklace, to our office. Our crew can analyze it, in the lab, while the techs run carbon-dating, and so on." When Mr. Brown would ask "Why Carbon-Dating? Do you suspect a fake?" Tami would say "We shouldn't rule anything out. Not until proven." When Mr. Brown would ask "Any special instructions, for the sender?" Tami would suggest "Ask the client to pay an extra fee, so that anyone, who touches the package, must SIGN to be near the package. I would, also, recommend that your secretary sign for receipt. This way, we can track the package, from start to finish. If anyone tries to switch the necklace, we will have a firm, starting, point". Mr. Brown would say "I agree, but with one addition. I will have the owner have an appraisal done, before shipping the package. Once this is done, the package can be insured, for its proper value." Well, this is how it SHOULD have been done, anyway. According to the appraiser, though, setting a value, on something, which seemed so old, would be impossible. Insurance companies declined any coverage, on the basis of the appraisal. The post office was willing to do the Priority Mail part, including having everyone sign, who handled the package, but, without insurance, some regulations did restrict how much the post office could do. When the necklace was packed, for shipment, in the presense of the owner, and the appraiser, then sealed, for transport, the package weighed in, at 10 pounds. It was bulky, as well. In fact, the plane crew told the sender that an extra fee would be required, due to the bulk of the necklace, which made the package take up TWO slots, in the rack. At the time, when the plane arrived in our base town, the airport was shut down, for a few hours, due to a SUSPECTED bomb threat. Five, commercial, jets had to sit, on the runway, for hours, while a sixth plane was boarded, by bomb disposal, over the question of a cardboard box, which had been loaded on-board, without any labels. That is, no labels, which were visible. When bomb disposal removed the box, from the plane, then rotated the box, searching for trip wires, bomb squad found out why there were no labels on the top of the box. When the box was rotated, the mailing labels were found affixed, to what the sender would have thought was the top of the box. Somehow, the box had been turned over, during handling, and the labels, "hidden" on the underside. Bomb Disposal also thought it weird that the contents did not sound "solid". In fact, the bomb squad leader said the box sounded like his wifes collection, of family photos. When the bomb squad leader asked for a cutting tool, a subordinate passed the tool, saying "Be my guest", while stepping away from the box. The bomb squad leader opened the box, then laughed, out loud, as he said "Look at this." then held up a handful, of five-by-seven photos. As the bomb squad leader dug deeper into the box, toward the bottom, he removed a couple of trophies, a few plaques, and a note, addressed to "Grandma", asking her to keep this box safe, while the family moved to a new home. The bomb squad leader then let out a huge laugh as he said, aloud, "We closed down an airport, and have been detaining travellers, for hours, and all for some family momentos? Someone is really in for it, this time". And, it was true. Atleast seven times, in recent months, the airport had been closed, and passengers left, stranded, for several hours, over RUMORS that a "terrorist" MIGHT, POSSIBLY, have, POTENTIALLY, set a bomb. During all of his years, with Bomb Disposal, the man's main activity, for years, had been training for possible events. Fake bombs, to dis-arm, and a few, live fire events, staged at empty warehouses. Only twice, before this so-called "War on Terror", had the man been called to "real" bomb locations. One had been at a school, when a student mixed the wrong chemicals, and blown up a school lab. The other had been at a chemical, processing, company, where a rack had been bumped, and two, explosive, gasses had been ignited. No charges had been filed, in either case, since it was decided that both were accidents. In fact, before this so-called "war", most of what bomb disposal units did was research, and training. Now, however, everyone was seeing "explosives" everywhere. Basinetts, purses, brief cases, cell-phones, even toy cars. Bomb Disposal had gone from being bored, reading about new explosives, to being called in, everytime someone coughed. Before "Grandas" box of photo's, Bomb Squad had been called in, when another box had sounded "funny", when shaken. Suspecting TNT, airpport officials had closed down the airport, and sent in Bomb Disposal. After two hours, of examination, with no real evidence, of explosives detected, the box had been opened, to find a birthday card, saying that the sender had, finally, located the enclosed toys, which the receiver was searching for. Before the box of toys, there had been another box, this one full of dresses, and an antique, jewelry, box, as well as a message, this time FROM Grandma, wishing a young woman a Blessed Wedding, and a long marriage, just as her grand-parents had enjoyed. What the Bomb Squad could not stomach, though, was the way in which Homeland Security continually issued public comments, saying "Another threat, to our nations security, has been averted". HOW could family photo's, toys, dresses, and jewelry boxes, be "threats", to National Security? Although the post office plane was exempt from search, due to federal controls, the plane was not allowed to off-load its cargo, until the box, with the "dangerous" photo's, had been dealt with. No one, on the plane, or at the airport, had thought to examine the package, upon arrival. It was not until the package was weighed in, at the post office processing center, that the problem was found. The bulky, ten pound, package, was, now, about completely flat, and weighed less than a pound. When examined, under xrays, no necklace was found inside. Instead, all that was found was a small, black, spot. Probably metal. When the package was opened, all that was found, inside, was a cartridge, containing ten replacement, double-edged blades, of the kind used in mens razors. When an inspector called out "Call that plane back! I want to know where the REAL package is!" One runner was just going, to tell control to call the plane back, when another runner came, with bad news. "Tower reports that the plane went down, just outside of town. Rescue units are enroute, but tower reports seeing an explosion. Best guess, at this point. Instrument failure". When the report arrived, at Mr. Brown's office, he, Mr. Blue, and Tami, virtually at the same second, said "Suspicious. Rumor of a bomb, planes left sitting, for hours, cargos in holds, a package switched, and the only ones, who knew, about the package, are dead, in an airline accident? TOOOO convenient." Equally suspicious was the fact that, just one week after the crash, and before the F.A.A. had even begun its full investigation, of the crash, the necklace showed up, at auction. IF the necklace had been on-board the plane, which had crashed, then HOW was it up, for auction, now? When Mr. Brown would start an investigation, as to WHOM was selling the necklace, and from WHERE, all that his sources could confirm was that it was an internet transaction, from an "anonymous server". Mr. Blue was just in the process, of beginning to track the auction, when the womans doctor had called the agency, saying that the hauntings had stopped, and that the woman did not want the necklace back. In her, alleged, words "Let someone else deal with that accursed thing. I am happy to be rid of it". When Mr. Blue would ask the doctor "How much money is your patient out, for the necklace?" The doctor would say "I thought you knew. The necklace was an anonymous gift. My patient has no idea where it came from, or who sent it." When Mr. Blue would ask "Was there anything, such as a card, with the necklace?" The doctor would say "She showed me the card, and all it said was "To your health"". When Mr. Blue reported this information, to Mr. Brown, Mr. Brown agreed that it was most suspicious, indeed. Why would anyone send a senior citizen an anonymous gift, which would cause hallucinations? And why steal the necklace, when it is being sent, for examination? Tami drew our attention when she let out a laugh, which was loud, and full of hillarity. When Mr. Brown asked "Care to share the humor?" Tami would start by saying "This one, will, really, make you laugh" When Mr. Brown would say "Proceed" Tami would say "During my research, into the necklace, I have found either a rumor, or legend. Take your pick. Anyway, acccording to the source, of the legend, the necklace was DELIVERED to Earth, either by space ship, or by a demon. Even the legends dont agree on the method of delivery." When Mr. Brown would say "Go on", Tami would add "History says that the delivery agent cautioned the receivers that the necklace had "magical powers", which allowed owners either to speak with the dead, or to speak across dimensions. If legend is to be believed, the necklace was claimed, by different people, over the passage, of a century, then it was, I think the ancients used the word "dumped", after several owners had to be "purified", after claiming contact, with beings, which no one else could see." When Mr. Brown would ask "Then, HOW did the necklace end up in the hands of a senior citizen, with a card, which says "To Your Health?" Tami would say "As far as I can figure, and, remember, this is pure guess work, the necklace seemed to "float" through history, moving from place to place, with no real owner, for who knows how long" When Mr. Blue would ask "How can jewelry just "float through time"? Doesn't someone need to carry it about?" Tami would say "Not necessarily. You DO know how property can be "floated" about, from one fund to another, right? If an owner does not want to repay a debt, or do improvements, the land can be placed into a trust, or fund, where it just sits, dormant, with no actual owner, for years" When Mr. Blue would say "Someones name HAS to be on the title", Tami would use the example, of a hotel built in a selected city. A hotel, built, using $30 million, in state taxpayer loans, and another $10 million, in city taxpayer loans. Although the borrower, a local business man, agreed to accept the loans, and the hotel was built, when loan re-payment came due, the owner began trying to sell the hotel, to various parties, to avoid debt re-payment. The last anyone knew, the owner had placed the property into a fund, with dozens, if not thousands, of other properties, and where no charges, or orders for debt re-payment, could be directed, since no one person actually owned any of the property. Tami suspected that, IF property, such as hotels, could be "sheltered", in this way, why couldn't art, or jewelry be "protected", in this, same, way? After all, "shelters" were nothing new. When Mr. Brown would ask "About how OLD do you think that the oldest "legend", about the necklace, is?" Tami would say "It is old enough that it pre-dates the Roman Calendar, and the Egyptian one, as well. As for the Mayan Long Count Calendar? It is doubtful that the necklace had anything to do with Mayan society. If we could just get our hands on it, for testing" Mr. Brown would, simply, say "It is being handled". A month later, the stupid, Carbon-Dating, test was, still, working on the age, of the necklace, but, atleast Tami and I had found one, POTENTIAL, reason, for the "gift". It seems that the womans late husband had left her as one, of several, "handlers", of some type of fund. The fund, in question, had begun as just some friends "having fun", with extra money. The fund had made some wise investments, though, and even had an investment advisor, for many years. The fund was, currently, worth some $500 million. The investors had been "crafty", indeed. As for our client, she had become an "executor", of the fund, without even knowing what the fund was for. All she had known was that her husband kept the bills paid, and the family was, never, want, for the basics. I had to agree with Tami, that our clients share, of the fund, worth some $75 million, could, easily, be motive, for someone wanting her committed. Could be, her children, or her grand-children, wanted her committed, to gain control of the money. Still, this left the question of WHY. Especially the question of WHY to steal the necklace, in transit, and WHY destroy the plane? Also was the question of WHY the necklace had gone, for auction, on the internet, even before the questions, regarding the plane crash, were settled? Mr. Brown, Mr. Blue, and I, agreed that Tami had been watching too many murder mysteries, on classic television, when Tami suggested that, maybe, one of the womans relatives wanted her out of the way, so THEY could take over the fund, and pay off any outstanding bills. Maybe, they even hoped to retire, to an easy life, on part of the $75 million. As Mr. Brown pointed out, even if the client was committed, the transfer, of fund control, via the courts, would take years. It was the law, which would say that any, such, action, would be reliant upon a "grace period", in case the patient regained senses. It was obvious that Tami was "grasping at straws", when she suggested "What would happen if, upon admission, to an observation facility, the woman had an "accident", or a stroke? How would that affect the funds ownership?" Mr. Blue would say "Tami, that is pure speculation. Only television, police, detectives, are allowed to make such speculation. In the "real world", such acccusations would lead to multi-million dollar lawsuits." When Tami would ask "But, IS it POSSIBLE?" Mr. Brown would say "Anything MIGHT be possible. Even alien abduction MIGHT be POSSIBLE. What we need are facts. Now, if, for example, a family member is in severe, financial, distress, THEN we could look at your idea." Problem was that, by the time the results, from caron-dating came in, the necklace was sold, and the purchaser wanted to take possession. During this, same, time, the financial records, of the womans family, had come in, as well. Un-like the womans husband, though, her off-spring, although not wealthy, had their bills under control. The few, indebted, girls, were working off their debts, while the one, in-debted, male had, recently, bought a lottery ticket, whose pay-out covered his debts, and left him enough money to live on. Maybe, not like a "king", but comfortable. What no one could believe was that an "anonymous buyer", would purchase the necklace, for $50 million. By the time the agency was ordered to turn over the necklace, Carbon-Dating had claimed that the necklace was over 50 million years old. When everyone, at the Brown agency, laughed at this, Mr. Brown would have ordered new tests, had a group, of security guards, not shown up, to collect the necklace. Mr. Brown even included a duplicate copy, of the test results, which claimed that the "ancient" necklace was NOT made of Earth materials. All materials were listed as "unknown". Mr. Brown was going to consider the case closed, and have Tami and I move on, to another case, but only until our client called in, saying that ANOTHER box had been left at her front door. When she asked "Shall I open it?" Mr. Brown would say "NO! Do not open the package. I will have agents, enroute, to claim it, within two hours". Mr. Brown then told Tami and I to "saddle up". WE were going to retrieve the necklace, ourselves. (So much for the promise of a week off, to rest.) Although Mr. Brown's secretary was ever-efficient, and promised that our flight clearance would be ready, within twenty minutes, she neednt have hurried. It was rush hour, and traffic was crawling. In fact, by the time Tami and I arrived, for our flight, the pilot would report that, not only were fuel tanks topped off, but that food provisions were on-board, as well. All of this, for a two hour, round-trip, flight, to collect some old jewelry. When we collected the box, from our client, and I shook it, the woman said "Thats the same sound the necklace made, before I un-packed it" Using the planes portable x-ray device, Tami and I verified that the necklace was within. This left Tami with the question of "WHY would someone PAY $50 million, for jewelry, only to give it, as a gift?" When our client seemed to know what Tami and I were about to ask, she smiled as she said "Take it. I dont want it. I dont even want to be near it". Tami would promise her "We will send you a full report, as soon as we know anything". The woman seemed annoyed as she said "Dont make any special effort. I just want it gone". Back at base, Mr. Brown had the Carbon-Dating test run, five times, before he would accept the results. He even had three, of the tests, run on seperate machines (in case this was some kind of sick joke). According to five, seperate, sets, of test results, the necklace was not only not of Earth origin, but that it dated from before the time of Christianities alleged "Creation" mythology. Since Mr. Brown was far too professional to list "alien visitors", as the necklace source, he had his secretary list source as "Unknown", just as "Date of manufacture" was listed as "Unknown". This was as close to the "truth", as the agency would come. Before following Mr. Browns order, to place the necklace, in a company vault, Tami tried on the necklace, then handed it to me, saying "Your are NOT going to believe this". When I placed the necklace around my own neck, I saw what Tami, and our client, had seen. Restless spirits, moving about, as though looking for some-ONE, or some-THING. Not hostile, or threatening. Just lost, and looking. When Tami asked "How many do you think?", I told her "Must be dozens, or more. If I didn't know better, I would say that I see more spirits, now, then what we saw, on the castle case." Tami seemed deflated as she thought she knew what this would mean. when she would place the necklace back on her own neck, Tami would find herself "observing" dozens, or more "spirits". The odd thing was that these "beings" just did not fit our normal criteria, for spirits. Tami would, soon, be "back at work", even as she remembered how exhausting it had been, at the castle, interviewing people, who had been deceassed, for centuries. In more than two dozen cases, Tami was compelled to correct records, which claimed that people committed suicide. Tami had even told the spirits that, after two weeks work, that she needed a couple of days rest, before continuing. All the spirits would say was "If we can wait, for centuries, for you to come along, then whats a few extra days going to matter?" Now, Tami realized that her calendar was going to be filled, for the forseeable future. I wished I could assist her, with the interviews, but the necklace only worked on those who WORE it. Just WHAT it was allowing us to "see" was a mystery. As to how it "allowed" us to "communicate", that, too, was a mystery. In fact, the best "suggestion", that Tami and I could come up with, was that the necklace was some sort of "trans-dimensional portal". From Tami's "conversations", with these other-dimensional people, it would seem that they were from a different version, of Earth. A version, where the highly disputed results, of Decision 2000, had lead to a public uprising, which even the federal courts could not deny. To avoid a dangerous escalation, in national rioting, from an infuriated public, the Supreme Court would rule that Mr. Gore was the legitimate president. As a result, in the alternate reality, there had been NO September 11th tragedy, nor was the nation attacked, at all. The runner-up would spend years, and millions of dollars, crying "FOUL", over his loss, but no one had listened. In the alternate reality, the Middle East had NOT been invaded, and, to Tami's amazement, her "interviewee's" had never even heard of Osama Bin Laden, the Taliban, or Al-qaida. The Twin Towers, of the World Trade Center, remained standing, and airport security remained, primarily, responsive, either for lost children, luggage, or for the occassional drunk, who was waiting for a plane. When Tami mentioned OUR world, to the other dimension, the main feedback was "Sounds like your world is more of a prison, than anything else." Tami would, also, learn that the other dimension was far ahead of us, in atleast one field. The field of science. In the other dimension, the nation already had a RELIABLE, re-usable, single-stage-to-orbit vehicle, which had been in use, for over a decade. A newer model was coming on-line, soon. When Tami asked about Guantanimo Bay, Cuba, a former, military, man came forward to say that, the last he knew, from about five years ago, "Gitmo" had been used, as a supply base, since going out of active use, after the cold war. Yes, it seems that the other dimension had its own, cold war, but that, too, was "ancient history". NOW, it seems that the Russians had aided America's development, of Sub-Space radio, which lead to a planetary truce, promising not to attack any visitors, who came to Earth. Currently, the international, main, focus was on the development of warp-drive, and other technologies. When Tami decided to ask the boldest question. That of HOW the necklace allowed communications, across dimensions, the response seemed a bit hesitant, as though the other dimension expected that we understood the tech. How else could we be using something, which we did not understand? When Tami asked about our client, the other dimension stated that they had not intended to cause concern. They had thought that WE had developed trans-dimensional tech. If we had not developed the technology, then HOW had it come to be in our hands? When Tami had said that it had been an anonymous gift, left on a womans door-step, the other side said that would be most irregular. This is when someone, probably a law enforcer, asked Tami to seek permission for a dimensional cross-over. The authorities, on the other side, wanted to know exactly HOW their tech had reached us. Before her communications were "terminated", to "ensure dimensional security", Tami would learn how different THEIR Sunday, December 7th, 1941 had been, from ours. In the other dimension, although the Pacific Fleet had been ordered to Pearl Harbor, due to "rumors", of potential, Japanese, "sabotage", most of THEIR battle-fleet had remained OUTSIDE the harbor. This, on the "suggestion", of several, fleet, admirals, who claimed that Pearl Harbor could be a bottle-neck, in event of attack. Although the Arizona, and a few, other, battle-ships were, still, sunk, in the harbor, the majority, of the Pacific Fleet would set off, after the Japanese carrier attack force. It would be only when imperial scout planes would report that the American Pacific Fleet was "Hot, on their heels", that the imperial admiral would learn that the attack, on Pearl Harbor, had come hours before the formal declaration, in Washington D.C.. The admiral would, then, have to sacrifice most of his fleet, to stave off the infuriated Americans, from sinking Japans prized carriers. In their history, only the Japanese carriers, themselves, made the return voyage, intact, to the empire. Their destroyers, fuelers, and other, escort, craft, lay at the bottom, of the Atlantic Ocean, alongside their American counter-parts. This was all that Tami was allowed to know, until the other side found out exactly HOW its technology had reached our dimension. Maybe three weeks later, and for the second time, (The first time being the ghost mystery) the staff, of the Brown agency, would watch, in amazement, as a group, of "security officers", from the other dimension, would come into our world, both to remove the necklace, back to their world, and to explain how they THOUGHT the necklace came to our dimension. In another difference, between the dimensions, in the other dimension, the continent, of Atlantis, did not "disappear", as it had, on our Earth. It would seem that, in the other dimension, that, although Atlantis would leave the Earth, in the past, the ship would have been sent to watch over the evacuation, of Mars, after a "monster impact", with another, space, body. After the Martian population was relocated, to another planet, Atlantis would return to its primary duty, of overseeing Earths evolution. As for the necklace, it is believed that a fringe scientist had seized one, of a number, of such necklaces, then stole away, through one of the "dimensional doorways", on the Atlantis ship. Since the man had no permission, to use the doorway, he would, randomly, land in our Earths distant past. It is even possible that his arrival MAY have involved un-expected, climatic, conditions. When Mr. Blue would ask the officers HOW they intended to return to their dimension, without the Atlantian doorway, the senior officer would say "Un-like the criminal, we are here, with full, council, approval. We have a specific amount of time, here, before we will return to our own dimension." When Mr. Brown would ask the obvious question "Are there other technologies, which we should be on the watch for?" The security officers would only say "Watch for those things which defy your sciences. If you do not understand how a machine works, then it is, probably, one of our machines." When Mr. Blue would ask "Without the necklace, HOW do we contact you, if we find more of your devices?" The officers would only say "The ancient ones will know". A moment later, a light surrounded the officers, then they were gone. Our final report, on the necklace, would be so full of "holes" that Tami and I wondered if it was even worth filing. After all, who would even believe that other dimensions existed? Dimensions, where history was changed, at specific points. Then there was the question of whom had presented the woman with the necklace, the first time, then whom had paid fifty million, for the necklace, then sent it, again, as a "present", to the same woman? About the only "closure", in the case, was that, with the necklace gone, the woman was, no-longer, seeing "images". She was "sane" as anyone else in the world (except for myself, ofcourse, who never claimed to be "sane"). Ofcourse, just as we were becoming accustomed to, Tami and I were just closing this case file, when Mr. Brown would ask "If you have time, I would like for the two of you to review this case file, for me. Just let me know if you feel this case is worth agency attention."