: Eight Little Sailor Boys Traveling in Devon, one said he'd stay there…

There was a nasty silence. They were shocked. Why would Owen do this? None of them had met a U., and even if they did, why would he or she be trying to kill them?

"Ahh, what do we do now?" Samantha signed.

"This settles it. We're doomed, doomed, doomed-" Abigail shrieked hysterically.

"Calm down, now. Let's try our cell phones again, maybe we'll get lucky."Dr. Cooper reassured her. Unfortunaly, there was still no signal.

"Let's go back in the house and think of a plan. It's freezing out there." Rita said.

The remaining eight guests hurried back into the house soaking wet. Rita got some towels and everyone wrapped the cloth around them as they shivered, trying to think of a way to get back home and avoid being murdered.

"I got it! Let's split up into pairs and search the island for this Owen. He must be hiding somewhere on this island. If we find him we can tie him up and give him to the police when they come." Ryan said enthusiastically.

"One problem. How would we give Owen to the police if we find him?" Rita asked.

"If we don't head back by our weekend's end, the boatmen will send out a boat."

"What if Owen gets us first?" Rita seemed concerned.

"We'll be with partners. Hopefully one of us will be able to get help for the other pair."

The remaining visitors agreed to this plan as wrote down everyone's name on a strip of paper and put it into his hat. Perry picked first.

"Carson Cooper." He read.

"Sounds good, my man!" Dr. Carson shook his hand.

Rita went up next and read out Eva's name. Abigail groaned out Samantha's name as Ryan was left with Vanessa.

"Alright! How about we search around the island looking for Owen for an hour? Then about 11:30 we'll come back here for lunch to see what or whom we've found. I found some whistles in the parlor in a drawer, if we see anything suspicious we can blow on it and alert each other. And don't forger to take your umbrella! We don't want the weather doing the same dirty work as Owen!" said Eva.

In the next few minutes, the group of eight bustled out of the living room with their partner, unaware that by the end of this day it would be a group of seven.

"Eww! That sheep just pooped on me!"

"Actually it's a goat."

"Whatever! You could show a little more sympathy for me, my brother just died and my boots are totally ruined." Abigail whined.

"Sorry." Replied Samantha from behind a bush where she was searching.

"You know, I don't see any sign of anybody but us here."

"Owen must be a really good hider then."

Abigail crossed her arms. "You know, it's been really hard on me this morning. You should be nicer to me."

"Like I said, I'm very sorry. Benjamin was very kind to me. You wouldn't be too horrible if you tried to be pleasant. "

"Excuse me?"

"You know, when I was fifteen I was a shoplifter. Never got caught but I still changed my ways. You could do the same."

"Yeah, well, anyway, Owen's going to pay for this. You know what? I bet he has an accomplice!" Abigail changed the subject.

Samantha stood up. "What's makes you say that?"

"I think the others suspect it too, specially that Ryan bloke. It must be an inside job. I don't see how else he could have done it."

"I guess so." Samantha signed.

"I bet it's Perry. I had him as a teacher, and he was kind of creepy, you know? Who do you think would be Owen's accomplice?"

"The doctor. I'm a journalist, and I was actually at his hearing."

Abigail was suddenly very interested. "Hearing?"

"Yes. He was accused of killing his wife with poisoned medicine. He got off with lack of evidence though." Answered Samantha.

Abigail gave her a curious look. "You know a lot of things Samantha. That could be dangerous." She said in a tone that was impossible to determine whether it was a warning or a threat.

"I just can't believe this, Dr. Cooper. Two dead, one my former student. This stuff just doesn't happen!"

"I know professor. We don't even know if Owen's a man or a woman! Two different names!"

"What if-what if it's both? What if Owen's two people?"

"Aha! So you think there's someone working for him here on the island?" The doctor exclaimed.

"Yes. That Gonzalez woman looks suspicious. You're her doctor, aren't you? What's she like?"

"Rita? She's new. Only been in for a couple of appointments. All I know about her is that she injured her neck a couple weeks ago in a car accident and has to be very careful not to hurt it for a while. I'm more concerned about Miss Newton."

"Oh? What's her name again, Violet?"

"Vanessa. She just seems a bit unstable."

"Yeah, S-" the Professor stopped suddenly, moving away from the wooden shed he was searching.

"What?"

"In the courtyard, there's a huge pile of leaves on the ground."

"So?"

"I don't know. Something about it just seems queer. It's probably nothing."

"I'm telling you Vanessa, that Samantha Stewart is a loony!"

Vanessa giggled. "Don't say that."

Ryan smiled. "She just happens to know how Morse was poisoned, and was last seen with the dead guy before he well, died. I'll bet you my left arm she'll be with the next victim. I'm a bit worried for Abigail Edwards."

"I guess she could be doing Owen's dirty work. I just can't understand why Owen is doing this. I mean, some of us are connected, but not all. Take yourself for example. You have no relation to anyone on this island, do you?"

"Well, I thought one of the name's on that recording sounded familiar. One of Morse's girls. I can't for the life of me remember…" Ryan stopped lost in thought.

"I remember now! Amanda Ofenski! She was my ex-girlfriend in high school! Now that I think about it, she was the one who's in the hospital. Damn. When I get off this island, I'm going to send her some flowers and a card."

"That's sweet of you." replied Vanessa.

"Anyway, who do you think's a creeper?"

"I feel bad for saying this, but I don't trust Eva. I knew her in college, and I remember hearing her get into fights with her boyfriend. She was a bit on the weird side, you know. She would build these freaky little trinkets that you can use as paperweights or whatever. They were so scary, just watching you."

"Don't worry. We'll find Owen and get the police by tomorrow morning. No one else is going to die." Said Ryan, unaware how untrue his statement was.

"I know that Ryan Parker is up to something! He's not good, not good at all!"

"Really? He doesn't seem as though he's assisting Owen. I think Abigail is the most likely." Eva answered.

"Why would she kill her brother? What could she gain?" questioned Rita.

"People kill their brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers all the time. Maybe she's a psychopath who just likes killing."

"I doubt it. She's a very stupid woman! I know Ryan Parker! He's a very bad man!"

"I thought Ryan didn't know anybody on the island, so how could you know him?"

Rita blushed. "I, um, didn't know him personally. "I, uh, knew one of his victims."

Eva perked up. "What? How?"

"I'd really rather not talk about it."

"Oh, well, that's fine. Hopefully another pair found Owen, since we came up with nothing. Let's head back to the house."

The four pairs met back at the house around noon. None of them had gotten any clues whatsoever. Samantha and Rita prepared a lunch of soup and salad, then they all sat down to discuss their dilemma.

Dr. Cooper spoke first, "The Professor and I-"

Abigail interrupted, "I made the discovery and Stewart agreed with me-"

Ryan interjected, "Vanessa and I think that Owen has an accomp-"

Rita announced, "Someone's working for Owen here! One of us!"

Eva broke in, "Wouldn't it make more sense of us to be Owen?"

There was a shuffling as everyone but Samantha and Rita pushed their soups and salads that Samantha and Rita made away from them. Rita was not pleased.

"Honestly! There's nothing wrong with las ensaladas o las sopas!" Rita muttered under her breath. Samantha just stared at everyone.

"I suggest we should each prepare our own meals from now on." The Professor said nervously.

"Yeah, just in case." Ryan added.

"It all makes sense now! No one's hiding except in plain sight! One of us in this room is the killer!" Eva shouted.

"That was dramatic." Ryan whispered to Vanessa.

"I think Eva's correct. We need to think of a way to contact the police immediately." Said Dr. Cooper.

"How though?" Abigail asked.

"I know! Let's make a bonfire!" Samantha beamed.

Everyone stared at her.

"You know what Stewart, that would be a great idea, if, oh, I don't know, it wasn't pouring down rain at the moment." Replied Eva.

Vanessa thought. "Tomorrow it's supposed to stop. Maybe we could…..oh, wait, how can we though, everything's wet…."

The group thought and thought, but every possible solution was shot down by Eva's snarks or Abigail's whines or Samantha's whistling, until finally they agreed to wait until an emergency boat arrived.

The rest of the day was spent with the guests wandering around the house. They agreed it was best to stay inside. The Doctor and the Professor played chess while chatting about their careers, while Abigail had seemed to forgot that her brother had been smothered by a pillow just that morning. She was painting her nails and critiszing all the women's clothes to Samantha, who had dozed off curled on the couch. Rita and Evelynne were in a heated discussion to which was better, rap or heavy metal as Ryan and Vanessa were becoming very friendly in the library away from everyone. The thing all these "strangers" had in common was that they were temporarily trying to forget what had happened, and what will come.

Around five, the guest split up, getting ready for dinner. In the hustle in bustle of the crowded kitchen, while most were preparing their own dinner, it was quite easy for two people to slip out the door and one to slide back in without anyone noticing.

As they seated, Vanessa realized something was wrong.

"Wait." She said. "Where's Samantha?"

'Probably off in Cukoo Land. Seriously, am I the only one who doesn't like her?" asked Ryan.

"Nah. I hate her clothes. She should know that corduroy plaid pants underneath a striped jumper with a bright yellows blouse and sunglasses doesn't look good on anyone." Said Abigail snobbily.

"She's alright. Kind of a weirdo." Eva said.

"You're one to talk, Evelynne. I don't understand how anyone looking like a member of the undead can find that attractive." Eva glared at Abigail before Vanessa spoke up.

"Hey guys, don't pick fights. We have enough problems. Did anyone notice those figaurines on the table?"

"What about them?" Perry asked.

"There used to be ten of them, but now there are only seven. Three look as though they've been broken off."

"Odd. What's taking Miss Stewart so long?" the doctor wondered.

"She's probably talking to herself again. Seriously, when we were out she wouldn't shut up." Whined Abigail.

A few more minutes past before Rita stood up and swore in Spanish.

"That's it! I've had a horrible day and I'm starving. I'm not waiting anymore for that girl! I'll go get her!"

The other guests agreed to wait for them to come back. While they waited, they discussed Owen some more and how he would have known them, to their shock they all realized that they were all somewhat connected to each other, except Ryan and Damien Morse had no relations to the others. Eva remembered what Rita had said about Ryan, and thought that Ryan had a connection with Morse, and Rita had had an experience with a victim, and thus making them all distantly joined. She did not speak of what Rita had slipped out, for she felt she would be betraying her trust.

When Rita came in however, she did not look well. She stood there for a moment, then collapsed into a heap on the cold tiled floor, sobbing and screaming.

"What happened?" the doctor shouted. Rita just pointed to the door, continuing her shrieks.

The doctor and Ryan Parker ran outside. Eva put her arm around Rita much to Vanessa's surprise. She hadn't remembered Eva to be so compassionate. She went to join her as Professor Perry went to give her his tea while Abigail sat there, stunned and bewildered to what could have happened.

The two men walked back in the dining room a few minutes later. They were both pale as snow and were shaking uncontrollably.

"What happened? Is Samantha okay?" asked Vanessa.

"No, No, she's not. She's-oh, God, I'm going to throw u-" And with that, Ryan sprinted like lightning to the nearest bathroom. They turned to the doctor, who looked queasy himself.

"It-It was very gruesome. I don't recommend any of you to go into the courtyard. There's a trap out there. It's so insane, it's just….There was a pile of leaves out there before, Perry and I saw, but we didn't go near…Apparently when you stepped on those leaves, there was some sort of pit that you'd fall into. Whoever built it wasn't right in the head, the time it must have took…Anyway, there was some short of a large metal tray on the bottom. Attached to the slab was spikes. Very sharp spikes. I think Samantha was pushed. It quite looks as though she suffered quite a bit, seeing as one had kind of poked through her eye, and…I'll stop talking now." He said noticing all the nauseated looks the guests were wearing. "Ahem, I'm going to need a very strong drink now. Miss Gonzalez, are you alright?"

Rita had stopped crying, but still looked far from alright. She nodded.

"This settles it. Samantha was right. We're not going to leave this island alive."

As much as the several guests wished it was all a dream, they couldn't deny that death had never felt closer to them.

A/N: Finally this chapter is done! I'm probably going to be updating once a month, since teachers think we have no life apparently. I have ideas for the next chapters. The guests will discover the 1939 murders soon! Please review, even though I know the fandom for ATTWN isn't a lot, it still means a lot.

Disclaimer: I said it before, I said it again. AC owns it. Not moi.