I look at Posey. He shrugs. We have no idea what Andever is talking about.

“Can you tell us what it looks like?” I ask, hoping to find a clue.

“I keep it in my locket most of the time,” says Andever. “But when I take it out, my melody shimmers and glows in a great ball of music and light.”

Magnificent, I think. Then I look at her golden locket. It’s around her neck, and guess what? It’s unlatched.

“My melody must have fallen out while I was flying!” Andever cries.

She’s right—the locket is empty. Then I look at Posey, and I can tell he’s thinking what I’m thinking.

We have to help Andever find her melody . . . whatever it turns out to actually be!