Melquiadas studied the box on his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed.

-Terry? Um, what's the deal with this box?

-Oh... well, it was here when I came in this morning.

-It doesn't say. No return address either.

-It's about five cubic inches and brown.

-I don't know.

-I can't.

-Well, that's the thing... it has no seams.

-None. It's as if it is one continuous piece of cardboard.

-I know most boxes are, but they glue or tape them shut. This is just... I don't know... there's no flaps or anything.

-I've checked it several times.

-I know that's impossible, but I wasn't about to start cutting this thing open without talking to you first.

Melquiadas and Terry studied the box on his desk.