End of chapter 1
“Iris! That’s right, he’s right, he’s right! We need to catch a bus back to Old Apple before somebody gets their greasy mitts on that precious coin!”

Chapter 2
The Old Apple was dead. The air was stuffy and the clouds were dark and heavy. Liam and Iris stepped into the raw moonlight. Fauna flapped her wings and made squawking sounds. They all looked up ahead. There stood Iris’ house, an old wooden cabin which stayed silent amongst the trees. Shadows stretched their fingers through the windows and grabbed at the trees. Fauna screeched and hid behind Iris. The ancient hospital was nearly swaying in the strong winds and ambulances lay on their sides, not being used in over four years. The cabin’s glass windows were cracked and scratched, looking like someone had broken in. Inside, the hall was gloomy and the air felt icy.

Iris and Liam leaped up the creaking staircase, feeling like the paintings were watching their every move. Fauna hovered and sniffed the paintings, but one was strangely realistic. Cobwebs in dusty corners were linen brown and dead spiders clinged on to them. Liam kicked the door open to Iris’ room, prepared for danger. The minty desk was still by the window, where Iris’ dust-coated books sat in rainbow spine order. Berry-blue post-it notes were on the window sill and so was glimmering glass. She crept over to her bed, knelt down and reached her hand under. She couldn’t feel anything at first but as she dug further she found a miniature painted box. Iris pulled the box from under her wooden bed and she swept a hand across forehead in relief. The box had paint peeling off to reveal a smooth wooden coating. She clicked open the box and, to her relief, the coin was still there. Just how she remembered it. The swallows were engraved perfectly and it laid motionless. 

Almost twitching with wonder, Liam took the box and smoothed the golden coin with his thumb. Suddenly, the middle of the coin popped open and a note was inside. In Iris’ father’s scribbly handwriting there was a note. It had a rough sketch of a tiny boxy-kind of computer. It was labelled: phone.
“So this is what all the talks are about? This old thing? How ridiculous!” Iris murmured.

“Mhmmmmmmmmm,” someone said out of nowhere. Iris spun on her foot and gasped in horror. It was the man from the painting. Except it wasn’t a painting. It was a real human. He had long bony fingers and scratchy fingernails which were cold to the touch. His hair was scruffy and grey with small white streaks. Iris should have known. Why didn’t she recognise him in the painting? It was her father’s long lost brother. Dr. Screwfix…
“I’ll take that design if you don’t mind,” his voice was frosty and gruff as he snatched the so-called ‘phone’ design and the special coin from Iris. 

Soon enough they were locked in the pantry but unfortunately it was empty. There were no glass windows or any taps. The only fresh air they got was from the high-up bars crafted from diamond.
“The evil old idiot,” Iris twitched her left eye in annoyance.
“We won’t get out of ‘ere,” Liam muttered negatively.
“Just stay positive,” Iris snapped.