The sweet, buttery aroma of cinnamon rolls filled the cozy bakery. Sunshine streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow on the baked goods on display. “Sarah, honey, aren't you tired of being stuck in this dead-end job? Don't you want to see the world?" asked Grandma Rose, sliding an apron over her sawdust-covered scrubs. "Grandma Rose, I think you're not telling me...something. What is going on?" Sarah's brow furrowed with concern. "I know you're not just asking about me. Is there something going on that I should know about?" Do I dare, thought Sarah. "You know, in the still of the night when no one's around and the bakery is closed, those ghosts tuck dice on the shelves and the late-night bakers actually roll them. They say whoever lands the biggest numbers on the dice gets to sit down when Mr. Wright comes geese hunting next time." "I thought that was just a story to scare Lila! You can't be serious." Sarah's voice shot up. "We're drowned in flour and scraps right now. Maybe I'll be able to save up enough money to travel if the bakers come through!" she closed her eyes and, to her surprise, landed on a winner. "Oh my gosh, the stars aligned for me!" "I suppose the Prediger family even still leaves their schedule as clues." Sarah envisioned a distant journey and her employer big shot Mr. Wright and she suddenly felt the sails flapping. "Thanks, Grandma Rose."