Jack Berglund took his coat and backpack, the keys to the truck and got into it. A three-line note had appeared on a small piece of paper pinned to his backpack and he recognized the neat little handwriting. It was not signed but he knew who had written it.
Berglund started the vehicle and headed straight for the mountain where so many events had taken place in the previous days. He parked the truck more or less in the same spot he had left it the previous times and headed for the castle.