Oliver is going out to get the mail after his mom asked him to, walking up the driveway with the mail in his hands and scanning them over. He notices an envelope with his name on it, and opens the front door, then sets the mail on the table except for his envelope. He stands in the hallway, carefully opening the envelope and pulling out a piece of paper, a letter. Dear Oliver Sorry to contact you like this, I wasn’t able to reach you any other way. I have a request for you. You know that bench that’s under a maple tree at the park nearby? I would like you to go there at 5 pm today. I will not be there yet, you will have to wait for me. You won’t recognize me at first, but you know me. Thank you