Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life Page #2

I remember dad saying that.

You know what?

I remember the very day

that he found this, alright?

Now, most people might see this

as just a box

To put on a coffee table

and admire.

No, your father knew that

it was the most unique object

He had ever seen, somewhere to

put the most important thing

In the world,

the secret of life.

So what's in it?

I don't know.

It's a secret.

He was very secretive about it.

He wants you to find out.

Wanted me to find out.

Right.

Wait, so he did this because

he knew he was going to die?

No, monkey, we all die.

It's because he loves you.

Yeah, but he knew

he was going to die.

That fortune teller told him

on his...

On his 13th birthday,

yes, I know,

But that does not mean it

was true. But it happened.

She said he was going to die

when he was 40, and it happened.

Please, can... can we... let's not.

Let's just not.

Let's... let's put our heads

together and find a way

To figure out

where those keys are.

They're lost.

That's what the letter said.

Ah, lost.

That can mean so many things.

Like? Like they're just

waiting to be found.

At night,

when the city gets quiet,

I like to take my H.O.J.,

hour of Jeremy.

I usually spend it reading

about time travel

Or researching

scientific facts.

When I was young,

after my dad died,

H.O.J.S were for building

my time machine

And thinking

about the what-ifs,

Like the day my dad died.

What if...

stop.

What if that morning

my dad left for work,

He stopped to give me a kiss

while I was sleeping?

Or what if he had taken

Delancey instead of Broome?

He took a different route

to work every day.

What if he had called in sick?

And what about that woman?

What if she had left the coffee

shop 10 measly seconds later

Because the owner wanted

to talk about the weather?

What if her coffee had been

the perfect temperature?

Maybe she would have sat

in her car a moment longer

And enjoyed the first sips?

Just one moment.

It would make

all the difference.

"sorry I bailed.

Hope you're not grounded.

Come over tomorrow.

I have a plan.

Enjoy the jelly beans.

Lizzy. "

Hey, looks like we got

some new neighbors.

Who cares?

Get in here.

From easiest

to most difficult.

Plan "a"... freezer!

Plan "b"...

butter knife!

Ooh, I'm sorry.

Plan "c"... nuke it.

I don't think

we should nuke it.

Strike plan "c"!

Plan "d"...

Larry's locks and clocks.

Good idea.

And if that doesn't work,

plan "e"...

We go to the flea market

and find some keys.

I've never seen keys there.

Well, you haven't been there

in like five years.

So you wouldn't even know.

I used to go there

all the time with my dad.

I know.

I was there, too. Duh.

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