Hello, my little lovelies! Um… Well, I'm making this chapter up as I go along, because I didn't have too much time for preparations, but I hope you enjoy it anyways! P.S. Ever's cell is shaped like a "U".

~Much Love

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Ever's PoV:

It took me a while to figure out where I'd seen that man before, but I finally figured it out—Kat. She looked more like her mother, I thought, because the only thing that she had from her dad's side, were those eyes. Something about them looked so calm, peaceful, yet angry, piercing at the same time.

"Why are you here, Mr. Bi—" I was cut off by the sharp sting from a slap to the face. Ow! I thought, more frustrated than angry.

"I'm to watch you, but I'm here to help," he said, cutting me loose from my chair. "My daughter—where is she? Do you know? I heard he was going after her, so I infiltrated this place to save her. But I found you."

I shrugged, wincing at the pain it brought to my dislocated shoulder. "She was with Hale, my brother last I saw. She's safe with him."

Mr. Bishop shook his head. "No. No, she isn't. Knowing your brother, he'll save you, Kat follows along, she gets trapped too. But that doesn't matter right now. I'm going to take you back to my house—keep you safe there and—"

He never finished his sentence, because it was at that very moment, my brother and Tray found their way into my cell.

It was awkward to say the least. Mr. Bishop was holding onto me, while the other two boys were sprawled on the floor—Great entrance, I thought wryly.

"Ever!" My brother yelled, happy to see me. I would have been happy too, had the situation been different. See, Mr. Bishop told me if you yell too loud, in these cells, it triggers an automatic flood system. All the decoys that were, apparently here, would floor, this room would flood—not the whole museum, just the… extra spaces—as a safety net.

The floor began to feel a little wet.

"Oh my God, Hale! If we make it out of this, I might just kill you!" I screamed, no longer caring about staying quiet.

"Not if I do, first," Mr. Bishop seethed. "I knew I should have killed you when I had the chance, boy. Where is Katarina?"

"In… a…Uh… decoy?" Hale looked pale white. His answer came out more like a question. We all knew he was in huge trouble.

The water was half-way up to our knees by now, Mr. Bishop knew this, so he threw me up the decoy, back to safety. Tray and Hale followed, Mr. Bishop close behind. Tray pulled me aside, giving me a communication device.

"Here—an extra Simon made just for you. He'll tell you where the other are. We need to get them out soon."

I nodded, understanding that Kat can't swim, and that sooner or later, everyone will have trouble breathing. I ran passed him three steps, before he pulled me back into a kiss.

Once he let me go he said, "Just in case, y'know, I can't do that again."

I smiled, pulling away to help our friends.

"Simon—talk to me, babe," I said, running as fast as I could without raising any suspicions from the people who were here for their recreational fun.

"Oh, God, Evs! I'm so glad I got reception from your comms. You okay?" Simon asked, worried and relieved.

"Yeah, yeah, Simon, I'm fine, but where is Kat and Everyone else?"

"Right. Kat and Gab split up, but by the way Gab's moving—she's safe. Hamish and Angus are being saved by Mr. Bishop, so no worries. Kat is…"

I gritted my teeth. "Yes, Simon? By the way you haven't finished your sentence makes me think some very unpleasant thoughts about you."

"Okay, okay, I lost her for a second, because her comms was hit by water. I have a small signal from her. East wing, second tower to the right."

Got it, I thought, before totally booking it. If Kat's comm. was on the fritz, the water was close to her head.

It took me ten minutes to get to her, but I was worried that I was ten minutes too late. As it happened, I was right. I pulled her out, but she wasn't breathing.

Oh God. Oh God, no! I sobbed. She dies, trying to save me?

"Simon?" I asked weakly. "Get everyone over here now!" I growled. I couldn't stand the fact that Kat died. She couldn't die. She's Kat. The Kat. The one every thief will look back on and say she was too amazing for words—to amazing to be my friend. I pushed my hands down on her chest, trying to help. I wasn't sure if I was helping or not, because the tears in my eyes were blinding me.

Soon enough, though, everyone was there, and they were pulling me off of my fallen friend. Mr. Bishop was having the hardest time though. I sobbed, Tray held me, choking back tears, Hale was punching the wall, but Mr. Bishop… He still thought that she was okay.

I'm so glad he did to, because at that moment, Kat's eye lifted open. She was gasping for breath. "I-I knocked… myself out… from worry… water… oh my God, am I alive?"

Everyone began to laugh softly from relief. Mr. Bishop held Kat, leading the way home, Hamish and Angus followed them, leaving Hale, Tray, and me in the back. I was cuddle-walking with Tray and lightly signaled to Hale to catch up with Kat.

Sometimes a girl needs to do everything, I thought, happily. Hale took them memo and walked up to Kat, kissing her right in front of her dad, who surprisingly, didn't seem to mind.

Everything was back to normal.

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But the story shall continue with one more chapter. Oh, man. I almost feel bad for finishing a story. Oh well, all good things must come to an end. =/