((Might as well try for rapid fire.))<br/><br/>"It's-it's," David gave up on what he originally planned to say, "Grandpa's dead."<br/><br/>Abigale and the Twins didn't say anything for a long time. David's granddad Archimedes had been like a grandfather to all four of the children. Abigale had never even met any of her real grandparents, even though she knew all four of them were still alive. Sometimes she suspected her mommy didn't talk to them any more because of her somehow...<br/><br/>The twins' love for Achimedes was no less strong. He'd often sat them down on his lap and told them about all the a-cult properties of twins, and how they and their friends were somehow of the most magical youngsters he'd ever seen. They had never quite grasped what he had meant.<br/><br/>David swallowed a few times, holding back tears. His grandfather wouldn't want him to cry about him leaving that rotten old shell of his, not after living had been robbed of all joy for him. "You can't tell anyone about this," said David, "but I think this is a book of proper magic. Granddad left a note inside it."<br/><br/>David pulled the little piece of notepaper that had been sticking out like a bookmark, and begun reading. "My awesome little man," David recited in his best imitation of Archimedes. "This book contains a re-tool that I think would be perfect for you and your little mates," Achimedes had come to America from the British Isles many years ago, "if you don't want to worry about ending up like me, or even having to grow up at all if you don't want."