he was walking down the street (james), not really focused on where he was going, just walking, his feet taking him down the road, just carrying his body along with them. until he saw an old cracked driveway. there was something about it, something about its color of faded asphalt that made him stop, made him want to walk down it, and his feet willingly answered the call, moving down the old drive without a second thought of why. at the end of the driveway was a house (i mean really, what else is at the end of driveways right?) an old and abandoned house, nothing really special about it, except, there was, something that called to james (jimmy to his friends, but he doesnt have any) and again, his feet took charge of the situation and walked him right up to the house, the door was locked, however, and he had to make do with getting in through the basement window. the dust of ages filled the basement, and the smell of a place long neglected and closed settled down on him. looking at the floor he sees the box