Soon as we landed we grabbed our bags and headed home.
Loaded everything into the Jeep.
Didn’t say much.
She looked at me like she still couldn’t figure out how I was actually gonna pull this off.
Other times it felt like she wanted to say something and stopped herself before the words made it out.
But mostly, when I looked at her, she looked relieved.
Like she could finally breathe again now that we were back in the States.
Think that place got to her more than she wanted to admit.
Neither of us seemed in any hurry to talk about what came next.
When we got back to the house I unloaded our stuff and brought it inside.
She disappeared into the shop almost immediately.
Couple minutes later she came back into the kitchen carrying the journal.
Dropped it onto the table.
Then just looked at me.
I looked down at the journal.
Looked back at her.
“No time like the present, I guess.”
We talked about the project for a while after that.
Mostly me trying to piece together what she already had with whatever we were finding in the journals.
Took a while before any of it started making sense.
Turns out this thing was some kind of radio transmission detector.
Or at least that’s the closest way I can describe it right now.
And it was at that point I realized how my grandfather fit in.
I was gonna need his stuff because he was a radio man after all.