Arthur sank into the couch and rubbed his forehead. "They know we have it," he said as soon as he heard Hope's footsteps directly behind him. She had just returned from putting Amy to her bed.

Hope sat down beside him. "They think we have it," she corrected.

Arthur shook his head. "No, they know we were in Australia." He gave a short chuckle. "Koalas. Did you ever think 'koalas' could tell a person where someone else has been?"

"Oh Arthur," Hope sighed, holding his hand. "It's not Amy's fault. She's seven."

"I'm not blaming her," Arthur murmured. "The others will do something about it. They'll do anything to get that Clue."

Hope rested her head on Arthur's shoulder and stroked his arm. "We won't let them get the Clue." But suddenly she gave in. "Oh Arthur! How are we supposed to raise a family like this! How are we supposed to raise Amy and Dan with the 39 Clues in our lives and possibly-" Hope stopped short and Arthur knew why.

"Fire," he whispered. There was no doubt there was a fire. A sudden scorching heat had entered the room and smoke began to fill the air. Arthur sprang from the seat. "Hope! Get Amy and Dan! I'll get the Clue!"

"But-"

Arthur was already racing towards the library room. He ran in and pulled a book out. Behind should have been the poem but it was gone. Arthur began to panic and continued to pull books off the shelf but the fire was already spreading into the room. This was nothing like the fire in Istanbul. It was bigger, more dangerous. Arthur coughed and his clothes were already soaked in sweat.

"Daddy!" came a voice and Arthur turned. There, in Hope's arms was Amy with her own arms spread out.

Arthur paused from throwing books onto the floor. He looked at Amy. Her koala night-gown was dark with ash and Amy was crying. "Angel," Arthur said. "Go with Mommy."

"Arthur!" Hope cried and Arthur stared at her, begging her to go and she did.

Arthur continued to throw books onto the ground and so far the poem was not there. Where is it? There were no more books left.

"Arthur!" Hope screamed, running into his arms as the door, which was on fire, fell to the ground, blocking the entrance.

"I can't find it," Arthur said softly and fearfully. "The poem-it's not here." He gripped Hope's arms. "Why are you here?" he boomed angrily. "Why didn't you stay outside? You'd be safe!"

"I needed to find the Clue," Hope told him. "And I couldn't leave you."

"Are Amy and Dan safe?" he asked.

"Yes," Hope answered.

Arthur winced and tightened his grip around Hope as the roof creaked. He turned to stare into Hope's green fearful eyes.

"I love you, Arthur," Hope said, tears streaming down her wet cheeks.

Arthur continued to stare in Hope's eyes and inside he saw everything. He saw the day they met when Arthur was looking for a café, the day of the fire, in Hope's house, their first date, when Arthur proposed, Amy's birth, their anniversaries, Dan's birth…

Arthur knew they were going to die. The burning roof began to fall on them.

"I love you too, Hope."