Pg 288
Emotionally Investing, Loss Is Testing
The missing colour cube, he recollects.
An item prized to the taciturn Finn.
Lost memories of the drop-ped object.
Total recall, picture in his chagrin.
That 'Surma' thing, Sigrun's still not compelled,
Its existence she questioned in her sense.
Has the seagull guy even beheld it?
Is he senile in warnings to dispense?
Never before has he been so engrossed,
He was emotionally invested.
So close to solving it, nearly, almost...
Even in his sleep, he's ever restless.
The Rubik block sought... the lost brick of squares...
The cube stalks his thoughts... it haunts his nightmares...
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Pg 289
Likely Alibis To Retrieve His Prize
Sigrun saying "At least the weather gods
Are trying to make up for yesterday!"
The scout heads out, back to track, on the job.
To make sure their rear is clear and okay.
He says to the Swede, back in an hour.
"Where are you going?" questions does she.
Hurrying back to the best of his power,
Checking not his aim, he told a porky!
Returned to the ruins, scene of the crime,
Loss of the object made his head muddle.
The ranger coming just at the right time.
Found his treasure, the box of puzzle.
A night of grief, restless, a detour brief.
To retrieve his precious, his face - relief!
