The three arrived in a messy study. Papers were strewn everywhere, and there was a board on the wall covered in newspaper clippings connected with string. Harry sat behind a desk and booted up a rather old-looking computer.

“So. What are we looking for?” asked Harry.

“Hmm... well, dad said in a couple letters that he was working on web design stuff,” said Georgia. “So there's probably a website that has the next hint on it!”

“Perfect!”

Harry put his hands on the keyboard, then turned to Georgia.

“...Which website?”

“I don't know. He never mentioned a URL in any of his letters. Maybe in code... but I can't think of anything suspicious off the top of my head. Plus, he said in his message that everyone would be getting the same hints…”

“Well, maybe if we surf around the internet, we'll stumble on something,” said Harry. “Did your dad have any interests?”

"Oh! He was really into animals!"

Harry navigated to Google and typed “animals” into the search bar. He was led to the Wikipedia page for animals. Harry began to scroll through the article.

“Let me know if you see any hint on here we could use to find Giorno's website.”

“Maybe we can narrow it down,” said Salvador. “Georgia, did your father have a favorite animal?”

Georgia shook her head. “I'm afraid not. He loved all creatures of the Earth equally.”

“Maybe one he mentioned in his letters a lot?”

“There were a lot of mentions of birds, but that was because the letters were sent to me as birds,” said Georgia. “In relation to the internet stuff... nothing. All he would ever say was that he was doing a lot of work on the web…”

Georgia's eyes lit up. She pushed Harry aside, and navigated to the Wikipedia article for spiders. The three stared at the screen, reading the opening paragraph of the article.

Spiders (order Araneae) are air-6reathing arthropods that have eight legs, and chelicerae with f4ngs that inject venom. They are the largest order of arachn1ds and rank seventh in total species divers1ty among all other groups of organisms.[1] Spiders are found worldwide on every cont1nent except for Antarctica, and have become established in near1y every habitat with the exception of air and sea colonization. As of 2008, appr0ximately 40,000 spider species, and 109 families have been r3corded by taxonomists;[2] however, there ha2 been confusion within the scientific community as to how all these families should be classifi3d, as evidenced by the over 20 diff3rent classifications that have been proposed since 1900.[3]

“Look!” said Georgia. “Some of the letters in the first paragraph are replaced with numbers!”

“He must have edited the article to hide a clue in there!” exclaimed Salvador.

Georgia began writing down the numbers from the opening paragraph on a tea-stained piece of paper. The numbers written down were “64111103233”.

“Great, but that's still not a URL,” said Harry.

“No, it isn't – but it is an IP address!”

Georgia typed the number into the navigation bar with dots in between the numbers, so that it spelled “64.111.103.233”. She pressed enter, and a horribly dated looking website appeared. There was an animated background, and the words “Open The Game!” were written in the header with a 3D curly animated glittering gold font. Underneath was a video player that seemed to be displaying a live feed of a coiled-up pearl necklace on a table.

“The pearls!” shouted Harry. “That's our next hint!”

“Quick, count how many pearls there are!” yelled Georgia.

The three squinted and began counting under their breaths. Dalia fell down from the ceiling behind the trio, and landed on her feet. A bruise was forming on her eye. She leaned in over the others' shoulders.

“I counted 27,” said Georgia.

“27 as well,” said Salvador.

“I saw 29,” bragged Harry.

“What are mew talking about~? It says '30-6-1894' right there, nya!”

Harry looked back at Dalia with concern. “...What?”

“Hold on,” said Georgia. “Dalia. Do you see a pearl necklace sitting on a table in this video?”

“Ny~ope! I see a table, but all I see on it are those ny~umbers, circled with a red me~arker!”

“W-wait,” stuttered Salvador. “You think the pearl necklace is a stand, Georgia?! But... stands don't show up on video!”

“Perhaps there's a stand that can. Or perhaps the live feed itself is the stand.”

“But... why would he want non-stand users able to find his treasure?!” said Harry.

“I remember one time, I asked my dad if he had ever gotten mad before,” said Georgia. “He responded by saying that he only gets truly angry at one kind of person – stand users who don't respect the lives of innocent people. This test proves that we respect non-stand users enough to let one help us with the puzzle!”

“Your father sounds like a good man, Georgia,” said Salvador. “So... '30-6-1894'. That's definitely a date. Anything noteworthy happen then?”

“Just two things I can think of,” replied Georgia. “First, there's Korea declaring its independence from China. Second... the opening of the Tower Bridge in London!”

“Perfect!” bellowed Harry. “The next hint must be hidden there! Georgia, head over there now so you can be back before lunchtime!”

“I'll go with her!”

“You most certainly will not! Someone needs to take care of Dalia's eye!”

“What's wrong with my eye~?” mused Dalia.

Dalia gently poked her bruise, and yowled in pain.

“Don't worry, you three,” said Georgia. “I'll find that next hint in no time at all!”

Georgia dashed out of the study as Salvador and Harry grabbed Dalia's arm, attempting to stop her from poking her bruise again.

Georgia walked up to the Tower Bridge North Tower entrance. She peered at a sign near the door, listing out the prices for admission that day.

“Admission for 15-year-olds is £4.20,” thought Georgia. “And I... dammit, I forgot to ask Harry to borrow some money! I'll have to sneak in. But... there are guards both inside and outside the tower, and Shattered Dreams can only make me invisible from one direction! This will be tricky…”

Georgia looked over to the entrance. A line of children in primary school uniforms were making their way through the doors. A man with a handlebar moustache stood outside the doors, waving the children through.

“Single file, keep in single file!” groaned the teacher. “God, I don't get paid enough for this…”

The teacher pulled a flask from his coat pocket and took a few swigs from it.

“Now's my chance!” thought Georgia.

Georgia nonchalantly walked past the entrance as the teacher continued to drink. Suddenly, Georgia hopped backwards so her back was facing the teacher's. Shattered Dreams passed in front of Georgia. The image of the teacher's back appeared on the surface of the stand, making Georgia invisible to any observers behind the man. The teacher walked into the entrance, and Georgia walked backwards to follow him. Once the two were past the security guards, Georgia stopped walking, and Shattered Dreams disappeared.

“Perfect,” thought Georgia. “So... dad probably stuck a clue somewhere in these exhibits. Maybe hidden among the descriptions?”

Georgia walked up to a half-wall display of John Gass. She summoned Shattered Dreams's arm, and placed its hand on some of the text. The image on the display was magnified when seen through Shattered Dreams's glass.

“No, nothing yet…” thought Georgia. “This may take a while…”

“Hmm... so it seems someone else found the video feed,” said a nearby voice. “Curious…”

Georgia looked around, confused as to the source of the disembodied voice. After some searching, she turned her head upward and saw a pale woman lying down on a support beam. The woman was wearing a navy tank top and a pink bikini bottom. Over those, she wore a white lab coat, with a high collar. Pinned to the trim of the lab coat were a series of symbols shaped like a circle with an X through it. The woman wore silver boots. Her hair was pink on the right half, cyan on the left. She wore pink safety goggles.

“Who... are you?!” cried Georgia.

The woman smirked. She jumped off the beams, and landed in front of Georgia.

“The name's Frida, kid. Frida Dynamo. Engineering major at Girton, if you care to look me up. And don't waste your breath searching around here – I already checked every square inch of this room yesterday, and I saw no sign of the next ARG hint anywhere.”

“ARG?”

“Alternate reality game. You're a real novice at this stuff, huh?”

“Hmph. Well, maybe we can work together?” suggested Georgia. “You seem to be thorough in your searching, and I'm pretty good at noticing tiny details myself-”

“Sorry, kid, but I work alone,” said Frida. “I don't need anyone else leeching off of me, and I certainly don't need anyone messing me up.”

Georgia reached her right hand out to Frida.

“Look – I don't know what impression you're getting of me, but I assure you, I don't plan-”

Suddenly, a gloved fist shot forth from thin air – moving as though it was launched by a hydraulic piston. The fist punched Georgia in the hand, knocking it away. There was a loud clanging sound as Georgia's right hand hit the half-wall display. Georgia looked over at her hand. It was now made of metal. Each of the joints in her fingers had been replaced with servos, and there were wires sticking out of her palm. There was a small wrenching sound. Georgia looked down, and saw that the pole holding the exhibit in place had cracked slightly from the force.

“Don't try to get close to me, little girl,” taunted Frida. “That's just a recipe for pain. I told you, I don't work in teams. Now, stand down, unless you want the rest of you to end up looking like that hand.”

“Wait... you're a stand user!” gasped Georgia. “But... if you don't work with others, how did you know to come here?”

“Huh? I was just surfing the net one day when I noticed a suspicious edit on one of my favorite websites,” said Frida. “Putting the clues together led to an IP address, which led to a webpage with a livestream. I quickly realized that my machine was being fed two different streams, so I weaseled my way into the web server and got the pure source feed. From there, it was a simple matter to connect the date to the Tower Bridge. Why, what did you do?”

“Hm, so the stand WAS the video feed itself. Interesting…”

“Teacher! Teacher!” screamed a child’s voice from behind Georgia. “I found something!”

Georgia turned her head. A little boy in a primary school uniform was pulling the coattails of the teacher that Georgia had used to sneak into the bridge.

“Yes? What did you find?” asked the exhausted teacher.

“A man jumped the bridge while it was opening in a double-decker bus once!” blurted the kid.

“Hmm... is that really the most interesting thing you can find?”

“Well... no…”

“Why don't you keep looking?”

The boy nodded. He ran over to the John Gass display that Georgia and Frida were near, and grabbed hold of the side. The base of the wall cracked, and began to fall over towards the boy. Georgia turned around and grabbed the side of the display. Shattered Dreams manifested around Georgia's hand for a split second as she threw the display against the wall, a safe distance from any children.

Georgia turned back to Frida. “Looks like we'll have to be more careful with our stands around here. There are a bunch of kids in the towers right now, and we don't want any of them getting hurt!”

“Tchk. Speak for yourself,” retorted Frida. “You can watch out for those kids if you want – I'll be busy watching out for me.”

Frida marched through the exhibit room, and began climbing up some stairs.

“This “Frida” woman…” thought Georgia. “How can she have such disregard for the people around her?!”

Georgia ran after Frida, following her out of the door.