"You do? Take me to it then!" Mishael requested enthusiastically.
Queenie glanced up at him lazily. "I said I remember the place, I never said I still remember the way to the place. I can only see a vague picture in my head right now."
Mishael sighed in disappointment. "Do you remember the name of the place?"
However, she shook her head, "I only went there with my mother twice. She said it was somewhere she often kept things important to her. I was very young so I don't really remember the route but I do know this place was like a locker. A silver locker."
Mishael thought hard for a moment before breathing out. "There are so many places like that. It's unfortunate that you can't remember the exact location. I hope with time it will come back."
Then he stopped and glanced nervously at his foot. "But then, your mother must've left some papers during the experiments. She might've written the place down somewhere."
Queenie had something to say but refrained from doing so as she wante
