Yay! Another sequel! I hope all of you have the same expression. Enjoy!

"Here we are," Ian said.

"Dude, this hotel is better than the one Amy and I stayed in," Dan said.

"Ours was roach infested," Amy agreed.

"Natalie and I always stay here," Ian said. "Mum and Dad introduced us."

"Let's move in! I'm starving," Madison said.

"Maybe I can reduce the bill," Sinead muttered. "Good thing I brought my tools..."

"Yo, why couldn't we get the room I chose?" Jonah complained.

"We don't want girls following us around," Dan said.

"Especially French girls. They go crazy," Hamilton agreed.

"There's about eight rooms, so that'll be one for each of us," Ian said. "Make sure not to do anything that ruins my reputation!"

"Relax, Ian. The only one you should be worried about is Saladin and Dan being in one room," Amy told him. "Saladin's gonna stay with me."

"You always hog things to yourself," Dan muttered.

(Outside the window)

Evan watched closely.

If only they made things easier for me...

He watched Ian's expression, and how the other's react to him. They didn't even confront him about the confession.

It's like they forgot.

(Next door)

"Why did you let Tolliver go?" Charlotte exploded.

"To make things interesting," Linda said. "We need some adventure, and romance, people."

"This isn't just a book project!" Madeline said. "It's real."

"We all know that. The thing is: do they know what to find in the Catacombs?" Rick asked.

"Hmm, it would really work out if Evan just confronted them without getting hit...then there'll be some DRAMA since Ian and Amy are together now..." Peter lingered.

"Guys!" Madeline shouted. "Just observe, and compare and contrast!"

"Have you been watching Sid the Science Kid?" Jude asked.

"Maybe..."

(Amy)

Amy thought she just saw Evan by her window.

I must be losing it.

But then she saw his face clearly.

Either he died, and he's back to haunt me, or Evan Tolliver is actually at my window sill.

She noticed for once it had started to rain.

And it's raining.

Fourteen year old Amy Cahill would've rushed to open the window, let the traitor in, dry him off and then try to convince the other's not to kill him.

But this is sixteen year old Amy Cahill. She didn't think the same.

"Enjoying the sprinkles, Evan?" She asked, smoothly. His teeth were chattering, and she almost felt bad.

Almost.

"C-Can y-you let m-me in?" He chattered.

"Why?"

"H-Haven't you n-noticed it's r-raining icicles?"

"My boyfriend got us a great shelter. Do you know him?"

"A-Are you b-blind? D-Don't you even c-care that he b-betrayed you all?"

"What do you mean?" A suddenly frowning Amy asked.

"Oh, p-please. L-Like you d-don't know."

"Trying to insult someone while your outside of their window sill during a freezing rain isn't exactly smart."

"A-Amy! H-Help m-me-" Amy ignored the protests and drew the curtains in.

(Ian)

Ian felt wrong.

He felt like he said something, but their reactions were wrong.

Who was 'they'?

What did he feel like he said?

"You would not believe who was at my window," Amy said, coming into his room. She stopped short. "I'll tell you a little later."

"Why?"

"Oh, c'mon, Ian. Figure out what's wrong with you, and then call me in." She walked out of the room, leaving Ian confused.

Girls, he thought. Then he realized that he was still shirtless.

"Sorry, Amy!" He shouted.

"It's okay," her muffled reply came. Once he put on a sky blue polo shirt, Ian called Amy back in.

"Anyway, guess who I saw at my window sill?" She asked, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"A bird?"

"You would think! He was perched just like a bird!"

"Who's 'he'?" Ian asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Evan!"

"You invited Evan?"

"No."

"Then why was he perched like a bird on your window sill?"

"He wanted to talk."

"About?"

"I don't know. He also said something that 'he betrayed us all'. He was talking about you." Something nagged at the back of Ian's head, but he ignored it. Something...something I did? Something I forgot to tell them? How can I if I can't remember what I forgot?

(Madeline)

Ian forgot, Madeline thought, through clenched teeth. And to think that I thought I could trust the authors... They weren't here right now, not even Charlotte. She didn't have anyone to talk to. Someone knocked the door. Madeline went to open it. She saw Dan Cahill.

Dan screamed.

Madeline screamed.

"Wait! What are you screaming for?" She asked Dan.

"I don't know. You started screaming."

"But you started first- ah, never mind."

"What are you doing here? Stalking us?"

"What?"

"Sorry, I keep thinking that Lucians are bad guys."

"I keep thinking Dan Cahill's are idiots." Madeline hadn't meant to insult Dan like that. "Sorry, we've barely met."

"It's okay...do you have any stationary?"

"Don't you?"

"Mines ran out," Dan said, shrugging.

"I'm getting it." Madeline came back after two seconds and handed Dan a bunch of stationary. "Anything else?"

"Wanna talk?"

"About what?"

"I just need to talk to someone. Amy and Ian are doing something in Ian's room. Saladin's eating a red snapper. Hamilton's sleeping. Madison's listing something. Most likely ways to beat me up. Sinead's figuring out how to lower our bill. And Jonah's signing future autographs. I just thought I'd pick up a conversations with the neighbor. Aren't I lucky it was you?"

Aren't you lucky...Madeline thought.

"Sure. Let's talk at the steps. Are you allowed to drink Red Bull?" She asked.

"No. Are you?" Dan replied.

"No..."

"But I drink it anyway."

"Exactly."

(At the hotel steps)

"And it doesn't make sense at all!" Dan exclaimed.

"What doesn't?"

"What do you mean?"

"You just said 'and it doesn't make sense at all!' What doesn't make sense?" Madeline clarified.

"Sorry, I was trying Peter Griffins method." Dan downed his seconds Red Bull, and tugged for another one. "You look like Amy."

"No I don't. She's way prettier."

"Puh-leez. The only differences are the hair color. Yours is sort of more orangish. And your eyes are...what color is that? Pale blue? Gray?"

"I've been asking that for the whole fourteen years of my life."

"Anyway, I can tell you are a book nerd. I've been living with one for thirteen years."

"Who's your crush?" Madeline suddenly asked. Dan spit out the Red Bull.

"What?"

"I know you liked Natalie. Who do you like now?"

"How do you know? Or, how did you know?" Madeline simply shrugged.

"I also know that Reagan Holt has a crush on you."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Reagan's nice. I guess. According to Ham, she never wanted us to die. Just get hurt maybe, during the clue hunt. Say, why didn't you go on the clue hunt?"

"I had better things to do."

"Like?" The look on Madeline's face made Dan tremble. "Never mind," he whispered weakly.

That's it for now! I know you guys are gonna hate me. I'm thinking of posting another story. Of course, not linked to this series. Anyway, I know someone said that they don't care who Dan's with, but I really gotta know: Madison, or Reagan, or someone else? Review! PM! Do good in school (that came out of nowhere)!