A clear but foggy object, it was some sought of a glass bottle. Jim would always wonder. He was a curious little boy, and he would always go out of his own way to get something. When he saw this bottle, there was something in it, it was white. A, a letter, he thought. He swam out to get it. He got it, excited but nervous to find out what was inside it. He opened it and it was a letter. It said. Dear person, Help me, I’m dying from nerves of my daughter. She has gone missing. From, Pablo.