I will if it's the truth.

Well, I made some new friends in Hope Springs while I was walking to the grand opening of an old train depot.

It has a telegraph office.

We got messages on the telegraph from a man named Wendell Burton.

He was stuck in a blizzard in a cabin on the mountain, even though it's August.

We found out Wendell lived over 100 years ago, so we hiked up to the cabin and met Wendell, but it wasn't now.

It was back in the 1890s.

I see.

[gentle music]

Here goes.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

[clears throat] Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be, Hollywood be thy name.

[laughs] [record scratching] Sorry, my mind wandered.

Try again.

Hallowed be thy name.

72.

It's a matter of faith, isn't it?

But receiving telegraph messages and meeting up with a man from over 100 years ago isn't the same as faith in a pilot or, or trusting people who've seen something that millions of other people have seen.

You're right, this table is wobbly.

Oh, no.

I just thought of something.

If Jay's mad at you, then he has to be mad at me too because I was the one who told you about Professor Dribble's garden.

It's so clean.

You mean empty.

They call it economy of space, and my parents used entirely renewable materials when they built the house.

It'll turn into compost in 100 years.

Wait, did you say according to your diet? What kind of diet?

Oh, you know, I can't have popcorn for breakfast or cotton candy for dinner.

It makes sure I'm eating properly from all the right food groups.