Lost Place Page #2

...cerberus@twilightzone. com

- No prob.

Quite handy to be online all the time, huh?

- Crazy!

- What is this?

Sick.

I've never had a cache like this before.

Where's he going now?

Do you need help?

It's opening easily.

Come on.

Et Voila.

This is not allowed. We are not

supposed to drive through here.

If it were not allowed, the gate would

have been properly locked, don't you think.

But if it were allowed, there

would be no need for a sign.

I don't get it.

- Oh f***!

- Dude!

Sh*t!

Before building a remote control,

you better learn to drive.

Jerk!

Ooh. Nice.

Hey, stop that!

Come on, man!

Yeah!

Dude!

Only 300 metres to go.

What a ramshackle.

Maybe it's some kind of hippie place.

Looks like it was just abandoned.

Look. This time it's actually for you.

"Code 29"?

I don't get it. The description

doesn't say anything about a code.

Okay.

This way. Come on.

39 metres.

- Phata pond, huh?

- Cool.

Wow, that's what I'd call a natural spa.

It must be somewhere around here. Come!

That's the spot.

Sh*t.

Is your GPS waterproof?

Any volunteers?

No, thanks. I'm not

really into swamp lakes.

Okay.

No prob. I'll do it.

Oops, sorry.

- Dude, this thing isn't working.

- Why?

- F*** you, a**hole!

- Dude!

Gee.

Bit of an image neurosis, huh?

Now and then. He always

needs to show how rad he is.

- Now what?

- Well, dive!

Right here?

I think I can feel something.

Dude, I think I found something...

Let the show begin.

Well, it can't possibly

be that deep, right?

Hey!

Thomas?

Thomas!

Hey!

You thought I drowned, didn't you?

Dude!

Just kidding.

Let me have a look!

I got it...

Yo, and I'm gonna open it, Dude!

Thomas!

Okay, let me try.

It was pretty heavy to free

this thing from the creepers.

Yeah right.

I've never seen such a cool box.

Awesome. I have to take some pictures.

That is what the code is for.

Cool.

Oh great, someone left

their rotten sandwiches.

I heard that someone once found

the remains of a tapeworm in a box.

Yuck! That's disgusting, Elli.

Well... Cookies.

"Being high is being free?"

Space Cookies.

I have to apologize, this geocaching

is not as dumb as I thought.

Sorry, not for me. I am not into drugs.

Me neither, but once in a while.

- Well, I'm in.

- YES!

- Elli, should you rather not...?

- I don't think so.

And what do we do with the box?

Shall I throw it back?

First, we have to put

something into it.

Or do you wanna put it back?

You are still wet.

Jerk.

Why don't we just put it

back collectively later on?

How do you know that there isn't something

stronger in those cookies? Like acid.

Dude, that would be totally rad.

Anyone wanna go clubbing later tonight?

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