"Move," commanded Sinead. They had slipped down a secret passageway that Sinead had discovered on the map, deciding it was the perfect time to spring the trap.

Amy tried to glare at her. "Wh-wh-wh-"

"Why should you?" Sinead interrupted. Well, for one, you don't have anything better to do. Two, the door closed, and it won't open again until I tell it to. Three, I have a knife, and there are lots of painful things that I can do with it that won't kill you."

Amy decided to move. "Wh-wh-what do y-you w-want?"

Sinead rolled her eyes. "Duh! You have a code in your DNA. Grace hid it there when you were an embryo. It'll lead to the last clue. Speaking of that, does Cora know? About the poem? We know that she has it, but does she understand it?"

Amy shook her head, mute.

"Good. Do you understand what's going on right now? It may be difficult for non-Ekaterinas to understand."

Amy smiled a small, quick smile that soon vanished. "The clandestine verse within Ekaterina jurisdiction was found by a kleptomaniac of the Janus, who relinquished it to Cora. Cora allowed me to scrutinize the page, though she was not able to fathom the true meaning of it. She subjected me to fairly painful light electrocution when I withheld the information that it contained in the interests of continuing my hopefully long lifespan. I therefore made my escape while her attention was being circumvented."

Ted blinked.

Ned blinked.

"What?" they said simultaneously.

"Cora knows about the poem, but she doesn't know what it actually means. A Janus stole it. She showed it to Amy, and when Amy wouldn't tell her what it meant, she gave Amy some light electric torture before she was able to escape." Sinead explained. "Are you sure you're not an Ekat?" She asked Amy.

Amy blinked and blushed. "Y-y-you–"

"Understood that?" Sinead nodded. "Yes."

"You didn't stutter when you were delivering your speech, but you are now. Why?" Ned asked.

"Are you completely insensitive?" Ted asked. "She obviously planned the speech out for the first hostiles to ask her the question. She also thought that nobody would understand her. She was therefore more confident."

Amy nodded, stuttering under her breath about too-smart kidnapping Ekats.

"Move." Sinead commanded again, and they resumed their tedious pace.

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The minute that the Starlings and their captive were gone, Madison burst into tears. "It…It's all my fault!" she blubbered. "If I hadn't…" sniff. "trusted them, then they wouldn't have even…" sob. "come here!"

"My darling niece," Alistair walked up to Madison and put a hand on her shoulder. "If I had seen you were falling for the boy, I would have done something. It passed over my head, and it should not have." He paused, absorbed what he had just said, and groaned.

"What is it?" Nellie asked. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Those…" said Dan. "Were the exact same freaking words that he said to Amy in Korea." His voice was as cold as ice and as hard as steel. "History just repeats itself, doesn't it?" Dan walked up to the door. "And there's nothing we can freaking do to stop it happening." Suddenly, with a ferocity that surprised even himself, he punched the door. There was a small indent where his fist had been. He punched it again, and again. The hard metal slowly buckled, leaving an empty doorway.

Reagan and the others stared in shock. "That reasoning…" Reagan slowly said. "Was totally Lucian, but the reaction was totally Tomas. You want to be a ninja, and excel at Wushu. Janus. Dan, what's your IQ?"

Dan looked surprised. "Umm… 135. Amy's is 157. Aunt Beatrice wouldn't tell us what those numbers meant. But what does that have to do with anything? She's still gone." Everyone knew that Dan didn't mean Aunt Beatrice.

"Nellie, what branch was Arthur Trent?" asked Alistair.

All of a sudden, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Tell you later," Nellie said quickly. "Now, let's get moving!"

Hamilton slowly shook his head. Through the entire discussion, he had been sitting against a wall, his head against his hands. Now everybody's attention was at him. "Why?" he hoarsely asked. "She's gone again. And we couldn't rescue her."

Nellie had had enough. Her charge had gone missing, again, and now Hamilton was just sitting there. Nellie hauled him to his feet and slapped him. He looked at her in surprise, coming out of his depression. "Now. Are we going to sit here and mope, or are we going to do something about it?" she demanded. "We can't rescue her if we get caught by the Janus."

Hamilton shook his head to clear it. "All right. Let's move."

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Amy glanced around her newest cell, and sighed. Her hands were still tied behind her back, but she had managed to work them around to her front. Big difference that made. She was on a rope attached to the back wall. She couldn't even reach the door, and even if she had one of her knives, she couldn't cut the rope. It had a steel core, but it was miraculously flexible. They hadn't even let her keep the copy of The Odyssey. Two hours after Amy had woken up in the room, Sinead had come in to inform her that they had taken a small sample of her DNA. Two hours after that, she had run out of possible escape plans, pi digits, and torture methods for Isabel. She was bored out of her mind. Suddenly, a strange sound outside of the cell made her look up. She heard it again. It sounded like… laughter?

Out of nowhere, a door opened, and the triplets walked in. They looked like they were barely containing their laughs.

"What?" Amy asked tiredly. "Can you share the joke, or is it a secret?"

"It's no secret." Ted chuckled. "It's just… someone's made books about us!"

Amy got that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What? How? Can I see one?"

"Sure," said Sinead. "here's the third one." She chucked Amy a random one from a pile of books outside of the room. "It's electronicized, so you can turn the pages by saying, 'next' or 'back.'"

Amy glanced at the cover and paled. The title was The Sword Thief. She looked up, but the Starlings had left. She shook her head and started reading.

So… In case you can't tell, I'm having a horrible time coming up with filler. I'm also bored out of my mind, since I've read nearly every other 39 clues fanfiction and books, and I still don't have any ideas. Next chapter will be better, I promise. Fast-paced stuff still to come, should start next chapter.