Damien followed each of their conversations, and nodded when acknowledged by Lucas.
"Well, I really don't think I'm involved here anymore really. Have fun talking about the Time Keepers, but try to not attract more of them." Damien said before walking to the stairs. He walked down the flights of stairs and walked down the street. He walked with no effective destination, he'd just see where the roads would take him. Storm clouds started to form, and give their two cents to Damien in the form of rain. Apparently those two cents weren't good ones. He walked through the rain, his overcoat flowing behind him. He never buttoned it, as some of the buttons were not very well threaded. He heard a cackling radio from a window from an apartment.
"For he inflicts pain and gives relief, and wounds, and hands also heal. From six troubles he will deliver you, and even in seven evil will not touch you..." the radio cackled out. Damien looked up at the window. The saying was from the book of Job, and it was cackling too much for Damien to keep track. He continued walking on. Soon, after walking down a couple streets, he came across a cemetery. He opened its creaky, rusty gates and walked into it. Tombstone upon tombstone was in there, each one showered with flowers. He walked through slowly, reading each tombstone. He stopped at one, and crouched down to read it. It was a small tombstone, adorned with "Maestro" at the top of it. Nothing else was written on it, besides the words "Goblin Men" on the bottom.
"Goblin men?" Damien said aloud.
"It's a poem," a voice said from behind Damien. He looked at the old man who said it, obviously the cemetery worker. "By Christina Rosetti. 'We must not look at goblin men, we must not buy their fruits, who knows what kind of soil they fed, their hungry, thirsty roots?' Sir, why are you even here? It's late."
"I was just wandering..." Damien said. He got up and walked back to the gate, leaving the man alone. Damien walked by the same cackling radio, playing the same cackling verse of Bible.
"...nor does trouble grow from the ground, for man is born into trouble as the sparks fly upwards."
Damien was now soaking wet, but didn't care. He continued walking on, seeing where else he could go. Then his phone rang. The thing about his phone is that it rang a lot, even if the person called you an hour ago in their time, it will only be about half an hour for you.
"Marcus, what do you have?" Damien asked.
"The password. I got it. Are you near a computer?" Marcus asked.
"I am not, no. But I can find a computer store or something, I can probably use on of theirs."
Damien walked down the street, and there was a computer store. How convenient. A bit too convenient. Damien was always surrounded by coincidences. He walked in, and asked if he could use the internet of a computer. The worker there agreed, but only if it was for a second. Damien got on the internet and typed in the address.
"ttktispider.webs.com right?" Damien asked.
"Yep. Now it'll ask for a password. Enter this with no spaces: we must not look at goblin men" Marcus said. Damien's eyes widened as he said that. He quickly shook it off and entered in the password. He was met with a black screen with white type.
"Are you there?" Marcus asked.
"Yeah, ha! That is so not me." Damien said, referring to the picture on the page. "Why is there only this small thing? Isn't it a huge organization?"
"They don't store it or cache it, it's just updated whenever news is found. So the page you see now could be deleted soon."
"Hmm, Lucas Asam, Aiden Langley. I guess those were the people I met earlier. How exactly did they find their names?"
"Who knows? They're a good organization."
The worker tapped Damien on the shoulder, telling him it was time to close.
"Marcus, I'll call you later."
http://www.ttktispider.webs.com
Password: wemustnotlookatgoblinmen