Be careful what you wish for...

Part 2: Where's Alfred?

Matthew smiled as he looked at his progress report.

He looked around, spotting his older brother.

Mathew walked up to him.

Arthur turned, accidentally bumping into him.

"Agh, sorry Alfred."

"I'm Matthew."

"That's what I said. Anyway, speaking of Alfred, where is he."

Matthew shrugged, "He wasn't in our last class, which is weird. He loves US History."

Arthur glared at no one particular. "That git, skipping class... come on, Matthew."

"W-where?"

"To find your sorry excuse of a brother.

Matthew decided not to bring up that he was Arthur's brother, too.

They walked outside, only to find a silent beach.

Matthew looked around. All he saw was a dirty green glass bottle like one you see in movies.

Matthew uncorked it and pulled out a corked up piece of old parchment.

He read it silently. 

Dear friends and family of Alfred Jones,

He is in a better place now.

Love, Oliver

PS: No, he's not dead.

Matthew's eyes widened.

"Umm... Arthur?"

He looked over at Matt.

"You should read this."

Arthur snatched the paper from Matthew and read.

Arthur crumpled up the paper and threw it in the sea, glaring as it sank into the shimmering water.

Arthur looked seriously at Matthew. "We need to save your brother."