And we're back. I have new messages to share with you and I'm working on them, but I

need a couple of weeks. You see, during my time away from you, I re-listened to everything. The raw

messages, my edits, everything to see if I've missed clues or other details that could help us as we go forward.

You see, with the new messages I've just received, we're going to be able to hit the ground running,

and if we're going to be of any help to them, we need to be prepared.

When I went back and re-listened, I realized just how much I forgot.

I forgot how far Noah and Sarah have come and just how far they have yet to go.

I understand that not everyone has my level of free time or obsession, so what I'm sharing with

you today is the beginning of their story. It's worth a revisit, if only to remind us of the

details that might come in handy as we dive back into the world of escaping Denver in a couple of weeks.

So without further preamble, I give you the receipt.

I've struggled with this part.

Because if I was you and I heard it on a podcast, I wouldn't believe it either.

I can't even start at the beginning because podcast, I wouldn't believe it either.

I can't even start at the beginning because I have no idea where their story starts.

All I know is where I came into it, 12 days ago.

I received these voice messages that made no sense.

I thought it was a joke or a prank call or something, but it wasn't just one call from some unknown number.

It's been a lot of calls.

A lot of messages, none of which were funny.

At what point do you have to start taking them seriously?

Seven and a half years.

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