"Well we both know how that your plan didn't work out." Ed answered while taking off his coat. His bridge was still functioning. "Even if they don't have my fingertips to match the door's log in then this thing is definitely reporting everything we do."

"This house is sealed by the proper electromagnetic field. Your bridge is transmitting a signal but we are on a blind spot right now." She couldn't find what she was looking for so she started emptying what was inside on the floor. Ed picked up a sheet of paper and tried to read what was written on it.

"Eden, who bought this house if it wasn't you? How did you know about it if you weren't the one who bought it in the first place?" He picked another sheet and then another trying to put them in order and sat on the floor trying to put them in order while she was removing the drawers and turning them upside down.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Eden asked while she was on her knees with her head inside the desk's empty space.

"I didn't hear you. Repeat the question." Ed had discovered the first page of the draft he was holding and he was staring at it. Eden took her head out of the desk and asked again.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

"This is my father's desk. Isn't it? This is his handwriting, isn't it, Eden?" He stood up and gave her the first page of his father's draft.

"When did you get to meet my father? Were you ever going to tell me that you knew each other?" He handed her the front page and threw away all the rest who fell scattered on the floor. "It's obvious now that I wasn't the one who picked up the name Clara for your place in the Lost Souls. You fucked me. You had sex with my Uncle. My father would never grant anything for free, so you had sex with him to get your level of authority. It makes me wonder what you would have done if you had met my mother."

"What seems to be your biggest question? Is it the relation factor or the gender factor? It  would be outrageously  inappropriate for me to answer to the wrong question."

"You believe you are so smart yet you are still clueless about when to shut the fuck up."Ed hit his hand on the desk and disappeared on another room.

Eden took a second look on the sheet of paper. If there was any common sense left in her brain, she would have run after him and explained everything. Unfortunately there was none so she kept doing her thing, trying to figure out the desk's riddle.  

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*"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" This is the Mad Hatter's riddle from the book "Alice's adventures in Wonderland" by  Lewis Carroll. A lot of people have tried to give an answer to this riddle who gave birth to a lot of possible answers but most important, it became the early ancestor of another art genre and that is surrealism.