That was how Roxie’s grandfather grew up. It was how her father grew up. Roxie herself, too, was no different. The only childhood memories she had of her parents were letters that came every few months—as long as the intrepid couple hadn’t managed to trap themselves in some mysterious crypt or gotten too immersed in exotic locations to remember to write to their only child.

-Hey little one, you seem to have something want to tell me?