A new discovery
The house was quiet but for the murmurs of boiling water in the kitchen. The girl sat down at her computer. She decided to call home while she was waiting for the pasta to cook. Her mother and father were always so excited to talk to her. When her mother picked up the phone, the girl could hear the barks of little miss Luna in the background. It turned out that this weekend were the "fiestas" of her little hometown and people were throwing fireworks everywhere. Luna has never herd them before, since she was so little, so she was very nervous. The girl talked to their parents for a while...a long while. The boiling water in the kitchen humidified the entire living room. Noticing that there might be a possibility for the pasta to overcook she had to cut her conversation short. She said goodbye to her parents and ran to the kitchen. As she suspected! The pasta was almost overcooked! Almost! She was so lucky! One more minute and lunch would have been ruined. Little did she know that the moment that she turned around this little triumph would become nothing compared to her impending discovery. As she exited the kitchen the steam from the boiling water had mist up the living room windows. She knew for a fact that those windows had not been cleaned since she moved into the apartment. A coat of dirt clung to the exterior making the trees and the road look almost blurry. But the steam revealed something sinister in the interior...the workings of a secret plan, but for what? Numerous equations started to appear on the window, as if somebody used is as a writing board. The steam made all the equations visible for a couple of minutes, but what the girl saw made her wonder...wonder about the equations, wonder about the subject, and wonder who might have wrote them. They looked so complicated! But why would anybody write equations on a window? Somebody was trying to hide something...something big! The girl decided to investigate further...she planned to copy the equations and first thing in the morning she will take them to an expert. After all, what would she, a mere art historian, know about complicated physical equations? For all she knew they might be nothing...and yet...and yet...the idea still remained...why the window?