Nineteen, and a lead

The local police department knows about as much as the ants beneath my feet. I have my eldest child and a few of my other children with me; they tell me they have something. A dog from one of the families went into the forest the other day and came back with a fragment of clothing, something probably from a little girl's dress as it had half a Hello Kitty logo on it. We'll see where it goes, I suppose.

This one, for strength: It's light as a feather and has nothing in it, yet a strong man can't hold it for more than a minute.

You get three chances.

Eighteen

Andrew's brother, on the other hand, is Benjamin.

This one, for power: Why are 1990 dollar bills worth more than 1989 dollar bills?

You get three chances.

Inquiry...seventeen?

This one, for bonds: While walking down the street I met two men. Eric tipped his hat, and drew his cane, and in this rhyme I told the other's name. Who is his - the other man's - brother?

You get three chances.

A long delay

Haven't found anything, haven't fought anything, haven't seen anything.

This one, for nostalgia: BAD wolf.

You get three chances.

Redux

In all honesty I can't remember what it was that I had to say at first, so let's simply move on, shall we?
I take that back.

The teachers haven't noticed anyone missing, and the parents are all of the firm belief that they have never had kids and why would they want to anyway because kids are so much trouble? All except one couple, whose child brought home from art time one day a doodle of "Spiderman!" which looked more like a spider than a man, yes? They're desperate for me to help, because I seem knowledgeable, I seem to know what I'm doing, I seem to know how to help.

Key word seem.

This one, for memory: Give give give give get get get get.

You get three chances.

O, say, can you see

I'm here to look for her. For Infinity. For Isabella. For whoever she is now.

And I'd like to take the time to say now that I'm deeply sorry for any impression I gave that I was an old friend returning. As much as such occurrences would be welcome, I am not Shaun, or anyone else but - well, me.

Shan't find out who that is yet. You still haven't asked your question, you know.

It's not over. Emilia's not back and that means I still have inquiries to inquire.

This one, for trust: What is the connection between these two unevenly aligned pictures?

You get three chances.

Line of sight

Guess has gone again.


...


Only this time he left no note, no clue, not even another inquiry.


I'm sure he's fine.


Well, say hello to Atlas, everyone. He's mostly healed up. But he SHOULD NOT BE OUT OF BED. Hold on a moment.


Anyway, I know you guys are worried about him, so I thought I'd update. I'll keep you posted when he comes back.


...And that someone who came down the elevator? We don't know who it is yet because she's so scarred, burned, and otherwise hurt, but my guess is it's Emilia. Thirteen, huh? Thirteen of us, thirteen inquiries. Maybe it's over for Guess. He's the youngest out of us. He didn't deserve this. I mean, none of us did. More or less. But him especially.


He's actually been married twice. Bet you didn't know that, huh? But his first wife...died. Under "mysterious circumstances". And he and Emilia were headed towards divorce. So why is he so worried about her?


"Can't get close," my foot. He loves her is all. Very simple. Er - not to say as you'd not have figured that out on your own without me telling you but, hey. That's my job.


To direct, to instruct, to lead, to guide: the Compass.

Triskaidekaphobia

This one, for bonds: A white mane have I, and a bright yellow face - though sometimes my hair is not quite so blank (if you look in the right place). And as a mother who loves my child (a child with love lost), I await with bated breath the everlasting frost.

You get three chances.

Inquiry twelve

This one, for determination: When the circus lost its best elephant handler, who took over?

You get three chances.