Author's Note: I'm ba-ack. Hello! This is the sequel to Searching for that Happy Ending. It will most likely turn out to be the second part of a trilogy. I hope you enjoy it. This one is set completely in Isabella's time. She's returned, but is anything different?

Disclaimer: I own Isabella, Nathaniel, Layton, Jane, Cobi, Henry, Gabrielle and other citizens of New London. The Lost World Plateau and characters, well, I'm just borrowing them and torturing them with emotional pain.

P.S. This one should be a bit brighter.
John Roxton stormed down the grand staircase of his New London home.

"Where is she?" he boomed. He was in a rage and his help knew to give him wide girth. "Henry!"

A man in his mid-thirties turned from his place at the door and was quickly at the lord's side.

"Yes, M'Lord," he answered obediently. The butler wore his best finery, as the entire staff did for today the master of the house was getting remarried.

"Where is Isabella?" Roxton asked in a calm, icy tone.

"I have not see the Lady Roxton, sir. Not since breakfast. I was looking for her about party arrangements. But I didn't think it odd she was gone, sir. She dislikes planning this party."

The older man cringed. "Go get Layton Malone. I need him immediately."

"Yes, sir," Henry bowed, taking his leave to run over to the Malone residence down the road.

Roxton stomped into the parlor and slumped onto a couch. A young maid timidly brought him a glass of water. He nodded, adjusted his tuxedo tie, and barked a gruff "thank you."

A couple minutes later, the large front door swung open and light footsteps approached the back of the couch.

"You called for me, Uncle John?"

It was a tenor voice, swiftly changing to baritone. The tone sounded respectful, but a mocking air swept around it.

"Where is my daughter, Layton?"

"I haven't seen her since last night, sir," he answered, stepping around to stare at him. He was dressed nicely as well, his tuxedo jacket draped over his arm.

"Last night? What were you doing with her last night?"

"Talking," Layton blushed. "She is understandably upset about today."

"So she's told us all," Roxton snorted.

"Uncle John, have you thought to ask Nathaniel?"

The lord focused on the blond boy.

"Nathan-boy? Why?"

"Because, in case you haven't noticed, he's been her constant companion over the last couple the years, whether she wanted him or not. He would know the most of anyone."

"Where is he?"

"With his mother, I presume."

"Go get him. I need to find Isabella."

"Yes, sir," Layton answered, exiting the grand parlor in a swift, silent run he'd inherited from his mother.

When he returned, a young boy of five was at his side.

"You wanted me, Uncle John?" he asked, his child's voice barely filling the room.

"Have you seen Isabella, Nathan?"

"Bella left."

"What?!" Roxton and Layton cried.

"Not again," the lord sighed.

"We've got to find her."

"Henry! Call off the wedding and spread the word. There will be no marriage until my daughter is found," Roxton announced, rising and going to change.
"Isabella! Isabella, thank God! Finally!"

It was Layton's voice that woke her. She was back in her own time, but had anything changed?

She felt her head lifted off of the dead leaves on the ground as she struggled to open her eyes. Layton cradled her head in his lap and gently tried to wake her.

"Goodness, Layton Malone. You look more like your father every day."

"Oh Bella, you're okay!" he gushed, brushing curls out of her face.

"Yes, Layton," she groaned, "Sore, but okay. Where is everyone?"

"Looking for you. Your dad postponed the wedding to look for you. We've been all over the plateau."

"So nothing changed," she whispered, choking back her tears and punching the ground.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"No," she eeked out to her best friend. And then she spilled her story.