“Yes! I finally figured it out.”

“What?” He asked.

“Isn’t it obvious,” she replied.

“No Ali. You are a thief. You could have picked a lock or found a solution to our currency.”

She smiled. “The latter.”

He face whipped up from the book he had been reading. Shock painted his expression.

“How?!”

“I found out we can retrieve them. When they are taken out, they aren’t truly gone. There is still a small piece that can be recovered.”

“You, Ali, are the retriever of the lost.”