Ryan Scott was standing in the little mailbox filled almost halfway with notes from Tally Hall fans. This was his job. Ryan put his hand down under the mail pile to get a buried note and took the pocket knife out of his breast pocket with his opposing hand. He was digging around in the mail until he felt something odd! He moved the mail around and there you were! You had no idea how you got there.

“A little mail assistant?” Ryan cocked an eyebrow, eyeing you suspiciously.