“UP.”The roof of the hardware store. Took him five hours because he searched every upstairs room in town before he thought about outside. She waited. She had brought a book.
“TEN.”A bowling alley. Ten pins. He got it in the car park in under a minute and was so pleased with himself that he told the man at the desk, who did not care.
“EAST UNTIL WET.”The Atlantic. Six days. He calls it the hardest one and he is lying, because he solved it in four seconds and simply had to drive there.
“DEWEY 133.”The occult shelf of the public library. She was sitting on the floor in the aisle, reading a book about herself, disagreeing with it in the margins in pencil.
“ASK THE DOG.”He asked the dog. The dog knew. He has never fully recovered from this and he brings it up roughly once a year.
“CLOSER THAN THAT.”The bog. Eleven hours, because he did not believe she would pick the bog. She picked the bog. She stood in it, in February, out of sheer commitment to the joke.
“WARMER.”The parking lot. Nine hours. The note was a game he did not realise he was already playing, forty feet from the door, the entire time.
“TWO BELLS.”The ferry. Two bells is the signal to cast off. He arrived as it was leaving, and he got on it, and he did not ask where it went.
“THINK.”The most recent. He drove forty-one miles with the answer sitting beside him reading the map. He has this one in his wallet.