Of all times to remember something such as that, this could not have been more inconvenient. With the mystery solved and the cup hidden away, the fact that Sibuna had forgotten this one thing was unfathomable. Patricia lifted the ceramic lid off of the toilet tank and set it on the seat. Making sure to hold her sleeve back, she reached inside and began feeling around for the small bottle. It wasn't there.

"Oh no," she mumbled, before scrambling to put the lid back onto the tank and running out of the bathroom.

"Where could it have gone?" Patricia asked frantically. Nina, Amber and Fabian exchanged looks.

"Look, maybe someone found it and tossed it!" Nina said hopefully.

"But what if someone took it recently? What if Rufus took it?"

"Well, we don't even know when it was taken. It doesn't necessarily mean that Rufus is back." Everyone could tell that Nina was still on edge.

"Yeah, and, I mean, why would Rufus take it? It's only been about a month since he drank that herbal mix from the cup, and he thought he took the real elixir. There's no way he could have known that it was a fake in only a month," Fabian suggested.

"I think we need to have a Sibuna meeting, with all of us. I'll go get Alfie and Jerome," Amber put in.

"Amber, Jerome was never officially part of Sibuna," Fabian said quickly.

"But I thought that he said that if we made him an official member, he'd help us with Rufus, and you said that he was in," Amber said to Nina.

"Well, yeah, but…" Nina thought about this. "You're right. Go get them." Once Amber left the room, Nina sighed.

"Does this mean we just let him in without initiation?" Patricia said. Nina smirked.

"No. But, we'll deal with that later. We probably shouldn't be worried about the fake, but I just have this feeling that something is wrong," she said.

"Well, are you hearing the voices again?" Patricia asked her. "I thought they went away when you buried the cup."

"No, no voices, but, more of a gut feeling," Nina said. Just then, Amber came skipping in, followed by Alfie and Jerome.

"What's a gut feeling?" Alfie asked.

"Well, a while back, when we accidentally gave you that herbal mix that we thought was the elixir, Patricia hid a sample of it in a toilet tank at the school building, but now it's gone," Nina told him.

"So? What's the big deal if it was a fake elixir?" Jerome asked.

"Yeah, Jerome has a point. Why are we freaking out? It was a fake," Alfie said.

"Well, because it could mean that Rufus is back, and also… see, it wasn't a fake," Fabian cut in.

"What?" Nina asked. Fabian immediately looked guilty.

"Um, you know how I said I threw out the original elixir?" Everyone nodded. "Before I did that, I secretly took some and switched it out with the fake one." Nina scoffed.

"Why?" she exclaimed.

"In case we needed it later!" he defended.

"Why on earth would we need it later?"

"It was precautionary," he said quietly. "…And stupid…"

"Wait, why am I here?" Jerome cut in. "Does this mean I'm now a member of your little gang?"

"Um…" Nina thought for a second.

"Not until you've gone through the initiation," Patricia said slyly. This may have been the wrong time, but if they were going to start Sibuna again, why not have a little fun with it?

They all gathered around the garbage can, flames burning inside, while Jerome groaned in protest.

"Oh, come on. I don't seriously have to burn it, do I?" he asked, cradling the zombie mask he'd skillfully used in so many genius pranks.

"Do it," Patricia ordered. He sighed and made a face, as he threw the mask into the fire.

"Now, repeat after me," Amber said. He looked at her while she put up her hand, and he preceded to do the same. "I, Jerome Clarke…"

"I, Jerome Clarke," he groaned.

"…Promise to protect the treasure of Anubis House…"

"…Promise to protect the treasure… of Anubis House…" He looked around. "Even though you've already found the treasure," he added quietly. Amber sighed.

"…And all of its secrets…"

"…And all of its secrets," he finished.

"Congratulations, Jerome. You are now officially a member. Sibuna," and with that, Amber and all of the others put their hands over their right eye and repeated the name.

"Great, what's our game plan?" he asked. Everyone exchanged glances. "We don't have one…" Suddenly, Nina gasped.

"The cup!" she shouted.

"What?" Patricia asked.

"Well, whoever took the elixir, if it was Rufus or maybe even Victor, needs the cup and the elixir! We need to check on the cup!"

"Didn't you bury it?" Alfie asked.

"Yes, but what if whoever took the elixir found the cup?"

It wasn't typical to hear the roar of a motorcycle on campus. The Sibuna gang turned around to see a red and black bike, of no typical manufacturer, come to a stop, causing a cloud of dust. The rider's gender was undeterminable, seeing as the Supras, black skinny jeans, red and black leather racing jacket and heavy duty helmet covered up the small person's body, but as they got off of the bike, it became clearer, and as soon as the helmet was set on the seat, the reddish brown haired girl pulled a pair of aviators off of her shirt collar and placed them over her eyes. She began fiddling with her bike, and so the students made their way inside.

"Um, Trudy," Amber said, walking up to the house mother. "Who is the girl outside on the motorcycle?"

"Oh, that must be Roxana," Trudy said.

"Who's Roxana?"

"Oh, well, you know that the cellar has been made into a room, Amber. You all know that. Victor has been cleaning it out all week. She's moving into the new room, of course." She went to greet Roxana at the door, readying herself to carry bags. "Oh, silly me," she said. "You had your bags shipped beforehand, didn't you, Roxana?"

"Oh, yeah, I did," Roxana replied. "…And, um, nobody calls me Roxana. It's Rock, just Rock." It became clear to the students then, that this girl was American, just like Nina. Why were all the new students always American?

"Okay, Rock," Trudy said. She obviously felt uncomfortable with the name, and it didn't much suit her to say it, but a name was a name, no matter how awkward. "Well, your room is right through that door back there—used to be the cellar. It's kind of an odd place for a door to a room isn't it?" Rock smiled.

"Well, the cellar is where the cellar is," she replied. "I'll deal." Nina immediately went up to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Nina," she said, holding her hand out, which Rock immediately shook. It seemed strange to Rock, shaking someone's hand. What did it do anyway?

"I'm Rock," she said. "Of course, I just said that."

"You're American?"

"Yeah," Rock replied. "Well, actually, technically I'm Cuban, but, you know, technicalities." Nina smiled, glad that Rock seemed nicer than she dressed like she was.

"Well, I have to say, it eases my mind a little to know I'm not the only American here, anymore. So, where did you get a nickname like Rock?" she asked.

"Um, well, I used to go by Roxy, but one day, one of my friends shortened that into Rox, and soon it became Rock, and it just stuck."

"It's an interesting name."

"I'm an interesting person," Rock smiled. "And I mean interesting in that I'm not normal, not that I'm saying I'm popular or anything."

The cellar was very a very oddly shaped room, but Rock managed to find the bed in the back of the room, behind the stairs. As she began wondering what she was going to do to pass the time, her phone began to vibrate. She saw that the call was from a restricted number.

"Hello?"

Hello, Rock Valentino. I am calling to inform you that the students you are living with are dangerous.

"What? Who is this?"

They stole a very important item from me and I need it back.

"So why are you calling me? Call the cops."

I need you to find it for me. The police cannot help me.

"Well, depends. What did they steal?"

A cup.

"Well, where is it?"

If I knew that, I would not be calling you.

"Well, why should I help you?"

Because, I can make it well worth your while, but if you don't, I can also make it very painful for you.

"Who are you?"

My name is Rufus Zeno.