And now I'll show you what I found at the Griffith Observatory. Now I will finally give in and show it all to you.
This Griffith Observatory in all it's splendor.
So yeah. I went there. It was...actually pretty nice. I forgot for a few moments that I was there to find a clue about where my brother was being held against his will (maybe that was why I was so angry at myself - I forgot for a moment, for a moment I was a kid again, seeing all the wonders of the stars).
A Foucault Pendulum. Fun.
But then I remembered why I was there. So I wandered around the place, looking at each and every place where the clue could possibly be. And then I climbed upwards. Up the stairs. To the top of the Observatory.
And there it was.
Beneath one of those viewers.
I held it up and looked at it and then turned it around.
And then I opened it.
It's gibberish. Complete and total gibberish.
I'm sorry. I can't decipher anything. I can't decode anything. I'm useless. All I can do is find gibberish clues and wait for nobody.