As Pete and Myka turned the final corner to the museum, Pete got a vibe. He wasn't sure whether it was a good one or a bad one. It seemed like it was both.

"Vibe?" Myka asked, still keeping her eyes on the road.

"Yeah. I can't tell whether it's good or bad," he said. She paused.

"I think I know," Myka said, and Pete looked at her, confused. She pointed towards the museum building. There was an ambulance sitting there, sirens on, as a few doctors ran out of the vehicle and towards the double doors.

Pete looked at Myka, startled, and she quickly drove the car into a near spot. They got out and ran towards the entrance to the building. When they passed the ambulance, a man sidestepped in front of them and caused them to stop.

"Excuse me, who are you?" he asked.

"Agents Bering and Latimer, Secret Service," Myka said immediately, whipping out her badge. The man looked down at it for a few seconds, and then looked back up at Myka.

"What happened?" she asked.

"The missing girl? She was found," he said simply. A wave of relief went over Pete, but Myka didn't seem too happy.

"Why the ambulance?" Myka asked.

The man looked down unhappily. "She was found unconscious on the floor."

Pete's heart sank. "Is she okay?" he asked.

The man opened his mouth to say something, but then the medics ran out, wheeling the little girl on a stretcher. They appeared extremely panicked.

"What's going on?" the man asked them, turning his attention towards the girl.

"She's in a coma," one of the medics said. "We need to get her to the hospital, now."

Pete's stomach jolted. She was in a coma? And how did she end up here?

"Where was she found?" Myka asked.

"In the part with the Winnie the Pooh toys. Why?" he asked. Myka was silent, but he got distracted by the other medics with the little girl, and turned away from them.

"Could this be something to do with the other part of the artefact?" Myka whispered to him.

"Possibly. I think we should go have a look," he suggested. They quietly slipped past the medics, who were too busy with the little girl to notice them. They opened the doors and ran inside.

"Wow!" Pete exclaimed, his eyes lighting up in amazement. The building was just as grand on the inside as on the outside. Little things were on show in glass cases, big relics were behind velvet ropes and quite a numerous amount of people were walking between these objects, examining them either with curiosity or complete boredom.

"Come on, Pete," Myka said, and she tugged his sleeve. They began walking around people, trying quickly to get to the place they needed.

"How do you know which way to go?" Pete asked her.

"Following the signs," she responded, and she gave him a dumb look.

"Right…" he said, feeling a bit stupid. They continued to push their way through the crowd of people, muttering a lot of apologies, before they finally got out of the room and had a bit more space to work with. Myka quickly darted around another corner and Pete followed close behind. She worked her way through the rooms, going left, then left, then right, then left again, then finally going straight until they reached the room.

Sitting right in the middle of it was a big stand, with a few stuffed toys sitting on them. The Winnie the Pooh toys. Luckily everyone else seemed to be interested in something else (or they didn't want to walk into a room where they had found an unconscious girl), because the room was empty and no one was around.

Pete suddenly had a vibe again, only this time it was clear that it was a good one. He slowly walked with Myka to the centre of the room and walked around until they found the one they were looking for. Kanga.

"They said they found her here," Myka said, her eyes on the artefact.

"Do you reckon we should take it, just in case?" he asked.

"Probably."

Pete stretched on the purple gloves he had put in his pocket and reached for the Kanga toy.

"Oi! You! Freeze!"

"So, let me get this straight. You were just doing inventory, and you thought all was normal, when suddenly you just realized that everything was silent?" Artie asked.

Claudia nodded guiltily, and he sighed.

"Well. How about we just find it, neutralize it before Pete and Myka get back and pretend it never happened," he said.

"Deal. But…where do we start? And how do we communicate if we can't talk once we're down there?" she asked.

Artie turned around in his chair and got out a few sheets of plain paper and a marker.

"We'll write on this. We have to stay close. However, if we do end up separated, then we'll just make our way back to here. Got it?"

"Got it."

"And for the start…"

Artie pondered about this for a moment. The Warehouse was huge. It could be anywhere.

"Maybe we'll start by looking where it originally came from. The shelf you passed. It's possible you might've just knocked it off accidentally when you were walking, and it rolled under the shelves. But we have to look very carefully. We don't want to miss anything important."

Claudia nodded and stood up, brushing off her jeans. She looked out the door towards the masses of shelves and sighed.

"It's funny how in just a few steps, we won't be able to hear anything at all. Even with the door open," she pointed out. Then she looked at Artie. "What happens if I was out there, and you were in here, and you tried to say something?"

"You probably still couldn't hear me," he said.

"Let's see!"

Before Artie could protest, she ran outside and took a step out the door. She turned to Artie and said, "Say something!"

Funny how he could still hear her, Artie thought.

"Go and find the artefact!" he yelled at her. She tapped her foot.

"Did you say it?" she asked. Then she pulled a confused face. "Wait, can you hear me?"

He nodded. "Wow, that's weird," she said. "You can hear me, but I can't hear myself."

She stepped back in and smiled. Artie shook his head and grabbed the paper and pen from the table. Just before he stepped out, he realized Claudia wasn't following. He turned around and saw her panicked face.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Where's Steve?"

And there we have another chapter. Ooooh, two cliffhangers. Not very nice of me. Thanks for all of you for reading, reviewing, and the follows. By the way, this is not set in any particular season, it's just a normal sort of one, so there's not going to be mentions about the Astrolabe or anything tied to any season. Also, I'm on holidays now! Two weeks break! Yay! Means I might get more time to write, but I'm just probably just gonna stick to one chapter a week as I do intend to try and have a life this break *cough*. But yeah, I'll be back next week with another chapter!