They knew best. He was thirty today. He got the automated "Happy Birthday" email from HR. 30."Was thirty suppose to feel like this?" he asked himself....He was 30; he had all his hair, and was lean with a runner's body. He thought of himself as plain looking. He wasn't Jude Law, or Tom Cruise, but he wasn't Homer Simpson either. He was polite and a relatively nice guy. He didn't club puppies or anything like that. The few that knew him well even thought he was a pretty funny guy. The few that knew. Maybe we were all dreaming about our trip." The three of us had the same dream?"Just then Kim slipped her camera out of her pocket. "Guys, look at this."I took the camera, turned it on and pressed the review button. I was shocked to see pictures of us on our trip to Camelot. There must have been over two-hundred pictures in that camera. I showed the camera to Grace and asked, "Does this look like a dream?"I then lifted my shirt and pointed to the scar. "Does this?"We all had to sit on the bed. You decided that you two would spend the day together and it was one of the best days of your life. The more the day went on, he more you started liking her as a person and focusing less on her looks. Her looks remained fantastic though. You continued to meet and before long you asked her to be your girlfriend. It's been a year since then and you've been the happiest you have ever been.You pull up at her house. You couldn't wait for tonight. You knock on the door. She opens it looking stunning. I then found out our house had a secret, though fortunately not a dark one.”Dad went over to one of the bookshelves to pull on it lightly. Even with the books and trinkets on it, nothing shifted as the bookshelf swung open like a door. Behind it was an elevator. It looked recently updated. Dad waved me in, but mom said she was going to check on things to ensure we weren’t disturbed.“I never found this secret behind the bookshelf because someone had nailed it to the bookshelf next to it long.