Aydar Salimov (Apt #203)

The question we should all be asking is, can you help this town? Can you help this town? Can you help this town? Can you help this town? Aydar mulled over the words, trying to decode some secret message that would explain what exactly he had to do with the strange events that had been occurring in the town ever since Mr. Evans died. He was beginning to suspect that the pocket watch he had received had more to do with the strange turn of events than he had previously thought, and above that Jack Stars knew something about it. Admittedly, Aydar was beginning to feel like the character of some fantasy book he had read as a child. Yet, how could he possibly be the hero of anything? As he set down his groceries to open the door of the Foxberry, Stephanie Greene and her husband Oliver turned the corner of Foxberry Ave. Although they were still a distance from the Foxberry, Aydar could make out a hammer in Stephanie’s hand. She seemed agitated and it made Aydar curious. Why take a walk...

Aydar felt anxious. It had been almost a week since the frogs first arrived and the school had closed down. He couldn’t seem to occupy himself, not to mention the constant murmur was beginning to get on his nerves. The sounds enveloped his room like a musical straight jacket. He’d managed to keep the frogs out by staying in his apartment for several days, but the self-inflicted confinement wasn’t doing him any favors. The question of the pocket watch continued to irk him. When he’d gone the past weekend to investigate the spoon with rose etching, he was greeted by a crowd of visitors and barely managed to catch a glimpse of the silverware. He’d resolved to come back later once the holiday-happy tourists were back in their own homes. Unfortunately, the frogs had stopped that plan in its tracks. The museum closed shortly after their arrival.  --- “Knock, knock.” Aydar jumped up, opening the door hurriedly. He was greeted by a face that seemed familiar, though he had neve...