on my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone

“Indeed,” Anaxa nods, grinning wolfishly from ear to ear. Then, the mania falls away as he stares back at the wall, arms still crossed. As if it had never happened at all. “We’re hunting for something. Castorice is correct.”Mydei feels a weight drop against his legs. Looking down, he sees the pony has made itself at home flopping right against him, staring up at him with beady black eyes.“Oooh, good job, Little Ica!” Hyacine claps her hands together, flitting over to give the horse plenty of pets and scratches as praise. “You’re getting really good at that!”“What,” Mydei rasps.Mydeimos has spent all of his previous summers in stuffy, sunny beaches, all to appease his parents. Sick of this, he decides to tag along with his friend Castorice's summer research project. Little did he know just what the trip had in stock for his poor unfortunate soul.OR local professor off his meds forces his daughter and two college students to go on a wild goose chase across various parks. What could go wrong?