Alexander Francis Nolan was a not simple man, an author, a self proclaimed adventurer and above all, A. F. Nolan was a liar. On a rainy afternoon in rural Alaska, Nolan went for a brisk walk down a dirt road, ill traveled and overgrown. It was Nolan’s path, no one else knew of it. he smelled the fresh rain on the leaves. Suddenly a sound grabbed his attention, a strange ringing, something he hadn't heard in these parts before. A two track opened up off of the dirt road, which Nolan decided to follow. The sound increased in power and decibels as he went down the abandoned two track. The two track led into a small opening, where the sound was at its most ear-wrenching. Nolan saw it, a suitcase, with steam rising from within, which he thought
