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Summary/Spoilers: See prologue

New Notes: All notes from previous chapters apply.

Thank you: To the reviewers! You guys are the best!

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For the remainder of the tour, Amy opted to spend most of her time with Shane, Lisa, Chris and John. Jason and Paul were keeping close watch on Scott and Adam, while Randy and Trish were drifting between spending time by themselves or spending time with Amy, John, Shane, Lisa and Chris. The tour of London had been nothing short of awe inspiring for the six students.. Trish taking every opportunity to stop and take pictures. And while Lisa and Amy did protest the constant picture taking, Trish informed them that she was making a scrapbook to remember their time in Europe.. Added to that, she had promised Jeff before they had left that she would take as many pictures as possible. At the mention of Jeff's name, the redhead wondered if he had sent off the box containing the extra stuff belonging to her and Trish. Of course, it wasn't like they absolutely needed the contents of the box right away, just that they were wondering if he had even sent it out yet. To the best of Amy's knowledge, Jeff was sending her Playstation 2, more of her books, art supplies she hadn't been able to fit in her suitcases and some of Trish's shoes. But, given that it was Jeff who was packing the box, the redhead wouldn't be surprised if the box contained a few surprises. It was over dinner that the six students started reminiscing about high school.. And the chosen topic, just happened to be the Junior and Senior proms.

Lisa sent the redhead an incredulous look, "You mean to tell me you didn't go to your Junior prom?"

Amy nodded, "I had an important swim meet the same weekend…some of the team ended up going, but I didn't feel like it." Shrugging she added: "And besides which, everyone was making a big deal out of the Senior prom, not the Junior prom."

Trish smirked, "The swim meet wasn't that important Ames… and it wasn't mandatory. It was an optional event, you just opted to go to that instead of the Junior prom."

"So? It wasn't like I was the only Junior who skipped out on the Junior prom." Amy picked apart her breadstick, "Jeff didn't go because he and Beth were fighting… and he," she motioned to the body across from her with half the breadstick, "didn't go because…" Amy blinked, "why didn't you go?"

Randy smirked, from his spot beside John. "He didn't go because someone claimed she needed a ride home. If I remember right, he got up at 5:30 that morning, drove you there…and stuck around all day for the meet."

Trish blinked, "How do you know when he got up?"

Randy rolled his eyes, "Next door neighbors, remember? I was next door to John and across the street from Jeff's house, which was between you and Amy."

Lisa snickered, "I see someone forgot to take their smart pills this morning.."

"Anyway," Trish shook her head, "so…to get back to the point.. Amy, John and Jeff were amongst ten or so Junior's who didn't go to the prom."

"I didn't go to mine," Lisa stabbed at piece of lettuce, "I didn't see what the big deal was about the Junior prom anyway." She glanced across the table to Chris, "did you go to yours?"

The blonde man smirked, "I was supposed to, but, my date decided to cancel at the last minute."

"That stinks," Amy wrinkled her nose as she finished off the breadstick. "What about your Senior prom?"

"Almost a repeat of the Junior prom," Chris paused to take a sip of his soda. "But, before I could make the same mistake twice.. Someone took pity on me and asked."

Trish turned her attention to Lisa, "Don't tell me you skipped out on your Senior prom.."

Lisa shrugged, "I came pretty close to it, but, I ended up going alone. All of the boys at my school were morons."

Amy and Trish nodded in unison, the redhead replying: "Trust me.. Most of the boys at our school were morons too."

"Present company included," Trish added with a grin. "And don't even think you two can tell me different.. You both did plenty of stupid and idiotic things that would've qualified you for Moron of the Year."

"Or century," Amy glanced between Randy and John. "And that's putting it nicely."

Randy shrugged, "I wasn't going to argue that because I know we did some pretty stupid stuff in high school."

Trish raised an eyebrow, "Just high school? Try all through elementary school and middle school, too. Practical jokes on the teachers, on other students.. Streaking at the homecoming pep rally."

Randy pointed to John, "That was all his idea." He waited a beat before adding: "And besides.. We weren't completely naked."

"Which totally contradicts the point of streaking," Amy pointed out after a forkful of chicken. "Wearing paper bags over your heads and socks over a certain part of your anatomy, doesn't count."

Trish and Lisa eyed the redhead curiously, the dark haired female asking: "Since when are you an expert on streaking?"

Amy let out a nervous laugh, "Well…"

"Well?" Trish prompted when the redhead fell silent, "when did this happen and where was I?"

"Yeah," John spoke up next, "when did this happen and where was I?"

"Pervert," Amy directed towards the male, hazel eyes soon falling back to Trish. "It was at after one of the swim meets.. We had sectionals and we came in first….one of us had the crazy idea to streak through the hallways at the hotel." She shrugged, consuming another forkful of chicken before she continued. "That's all that happened."

The blonde woman shook her head, "I'm thinking all of the chlorine must've affected your brain."

"Possibly," Amy conceded with a shrug. "But, it's not like we went streaking during a pep rally."

"Anyway.." Lisa glanced between the four childhood friends. "I know from that picture that you two," she gestured between Randy and Trish, "went to the Senior prom together." Her attention shifted between John and Amy. "And that you two went together, right?"

Trish nodded in confirmation, "That's right.. Ames was about to sit out the Senior prom, but.. She was talked out of it."

"Forced," the redhead corrected dryly. "You went so far as to pick out my prom dress."

Trish rolled her eyes, "But it was worth it, wasn't it? Don't lie Ames, I know you had a good time."

"I guess," Amy took a sip of her iced water, "but that still doesn't mean I wanted to go. I would've been perfectly fine sitting at home and watching Carrie or something."

John raised an eyebrow at that, "And you would've left me all alone."

"You had plenty of girls asking you," Amy reminded him shortly, "you didn't have to go with me."

He opened his mouth as if to retort, when Paul cleared his throat from the next table over. "If you are all inclined to do so, Jason and myself feel ready to head over to the London Eye…the view is simply stunning."

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Whatever food remained on forks was quickly shoved in mouths, drinks soon drained as the students finished their meal. Of course, that wasn't the smartest decision on their parts, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Still, the objective was to finish their food and they did at least accomplish that. And once they were done and the bills were paid, the students, faculty advisors and Shane were off to see the London Eye. A few minutes of gawking on the students part, before they were in line while Paul, Shane and Jason took turns explaining what it was like. They still had a good ten minutes or so to wait, even with their hurried rush to eat dinner, and while they did that.. The students took in the view they had from the ground. Which really wasn't much, but it was better than doing nothing. And while they were waiting, Amy confessed her suspicions and fears regarding Adam.. Lisa and Trish listening on patiently while the redhead basically told them he gave her the creeps.

"I'm telling you two, there's something just not right about that guy.." The redhead glanced back over her shoulder, "he just screams creepy."

Trish raised an eyebrow, "And have you told Jason or Paul?"

Amy nodded, "I told Jason at Westminster Abbey.. He told me not to worry about anything, but I can't help it.. I mean, come on Trish, he overheard our conversation on the bus.."

"So?" Trish blinked, "what does that have to do with anything?"

"Maybe because he was sitting like three rows behind us," John spoke up from behind the three women. "And we were whispering.. So unless it was a really loud whisper.."

The blonde woman rolled her eyes, "I think you and Ames are reading one too many vampire stories or watching one too many movies about the supernatural.. Get a grip, Ames… I'm sure it was just a coincidence."

"Right.." Lisa nodded slowly, "just like me and Ames didn't see--"

Amy elbowed her in the side, "I'm sure you're right Trish.. I really should stop reading Stoker or Shelley before bedtime."

Trish nodded her agreement, "That might be a good idea…otherwise, Lise here might have to use you for a test project or something for her psychology class."

Paul cleared his throat from near by, "If you would excuse me ladies.. But our capsule has reached the ground level.." He motioned to the capsule in question, "I am inclined to believe that it is our turn."

Lisa nodded, "It's a good thing none of us are afraid of heights."

Paul chuckled good naturedly, "And that, my dear, would be quite a shame.. The view is just stunning.." He trailed off, allowing a small smile to grace his lips. "But, I am certain you will see what I am speaking of in a moment's time."

Chris glanced between the capsule and the raven haired woman. "Ms. Varon.. If I may," he bowed low like Jason, Shane or Paul., extending his arm to her. "Don't look at me like I'm crazy, but if we're here…might as well play the part."

Lisa continued to regard him skeptically, but she eventually took his arm. "For the record.. You're nuts."

Trish and Amy exchanged a look, then sent a wary look behind them.

"I'm not about to do all that mess," John informed the two with a roll of his eyes. "So don't worry.."

Chris rolled his eyes as he and Lisa situated themselves in the capsule. "Where's your sense of humor? Come on man, get with the program."

Both John and Randy rolled their eyes in response, but before they could do or act otherwise.. Trish and Amy stepped back; the two mimicking the motions that Chris had just undergone.

John sent an amused look down, "Correct me if I'm wrong.. But isn't this supposed to be the other way around?"

"Whatever," Amy replied with a shrug. "I can't say I really give either way."

John shrugged in turn, the two soon finding themselves with Chris and Lisa at the railing. "Now, let's just hope this thing doesn't get stuck at the top…and we should also be thankful that we aren't upside down."

Amy giggled, "You remember that?"

"How could I forget?" John smirked, "we were what.. twelve years old or something? That one carnival or whatever it was that we went to.. You insisted on going on this one roller coaster…so me and Jeff went with you."

Amy nodded slowly, "And all was going well until the middle of the ride…the roller coaster was going through a loop and the ride had a technical difficulty or something."

"Jeff was giddy about it all and you were clutching my hand so tight that I almost lost circulation." An eyebrow raised, "I had crescent shaped nail marks in my palm for weeks."

"Battle scars," she informed him seriously. "And after that, we refused to go on any roller coaster or any ride at any amusement park or carnival for the rest of the summer."

"Or the rest of the year," Trish spoke up as she and Randy joined the four at the railing. "You finally got over it when we had the end of the year class trip."

Lisa sent the four a curious look, "How many class trips did you all have?"

"A lot," Randy replied in a second. "We went to a private school, not too many students with a lot of funding. One end of the year trip for every grade, field trips, Senior spring break and ski trip.. Plus the other stuff that wasn't school sponsored."

John nodded, "And we also went to the same summer camp.. But there was a girls side and a boys side to it. With a big lake between them."

Trish rolled her eyes, "Which still didn't stop you, Randy and Jeff from trying to sneak over.." a look was sent to Amy, "or you for that matter."

Amy scoffed, "Don't try and play innocent there, blondie.. You went right along with me."

Trish smirked, "I know.. And you always managed to find a way across…but that one time, we got lost going back."

"It sounds as though you all have some fond memories of your childhoods." Shane sent the four at the railing a smile. "My sister and I had many adventures.. Both on the property…and at one point, the property was surrounded by a lovely forest."

Lisa sent him a questioning look, "What kinds of adventures?"

Shane's eyes twinkled with mirth, "If I have not told you… there are many secret passages within the manor walls. My sister and I knew the location of most of them, but I am certain there are more.. We would hide within these passages, play upon the rumors of ghost sightings within the manor." His smile returned, "we would also use the passages to sneak out of the manor and go walking or riding along the grounds."

Chris raised an eyebrow, "Can you show us where these passages are?"

The dark haired man hesitated a moment, "It would be an activity, best suited for a rainy day…and of course, I must ensure that there are enough torches.."

"Flashlights," Jason explained quickly. "I would presume that the passages are quite dark and that one could easily find themselves lost."

Shane nodded in confirmation, "You are quite correct, Jason.. To the best of my memory, the passages are quite dark…and musty."

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Conversation came to a halt as the Eye started moving, all occupants of the capsule moving to the railing to get a better view during the ascent. Just as Paul had stated earlier, the view was already stunning…and they weren't even at the top of the Eye yet. Once they had reached the top, however, all six students found themselves captivated. When the capsule stopped, Shane and Paul took turns pointing out the landmarks and buildings below and in the distance. And while the six really were trying to pay attention to the details, they found their focus drifting between buildings and the night sky. Of course, Shane and Paul didn't notice that until Jason pointed it out.. The two falling silent to enjoy the view with the students. After they had returned to solid ground, Paul made the inquiry as to who was up for venturing to Soho. And while most of them did seem up for it, Amy politely declined. At that, she got a few concerned and questioning looks.. The redhead waving it off to the fact that she was just tired. And once she had at least re-assured Trish that it wasn't her diabetes, Amy found herself heading back to the manor with Lisa, Shane, Jason, Scott and Adam.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Lisa queried when they got into the limo. "Ames.. now isn't the time to--"

"Lise, I'm fine.." Amy yawned, "I didn't get that much sleep last night.. And we've had a really busy day."

The raven haired woman frowned slightly, "Are you being honest? And why didn't you bring any of your glucose tablets?"

Amy rolled her eyes good naturedly, "Yes.. I'm being honest. And I didn't bring them because I forgot to pack them in my bag. I probably just need to eat a little more or get some insulin in me and I'll be fine."

Lisa glanced over to Shane, "How much longer until we get back?"

Shane frowned thoughtfully, "It should not be much longer, Ms. Varon.. Traffic is of no issue at this time of night."

"I'm taking glucose tablets with me from now on," she informed the redhead. "That way, at least one of us always has it." She frowned slightly, "Ames.. I know you don't want people on your case about this, but--"

"It's alright Lise.. And I know it was really stupid." Amy smiled half heartedly, "and trust me.. Tonight I intend on getting a full nights rest."

"It shan't be much longer," Jason glanced between the two, the blonde man currently opposite them. "As Shane has pointed out, traffic is not an issue at this hour."

Lisa nodded absently, her attention still fully trained on the redhead. "And you didn't bring anything with you…no candy, no glucose tablets.." She sighed when Amy shook her head, "this is going down as one of the most stupid things you've done."

"I get it, alright?" Amy yawned again, resting her head against the window. "Just wake me up when we're back."

The raven haired woman shook her head, "No way, no how.. According to all of that stuff your doctor gave you…you're more vulnerable when you're asleep." Lisa poked the redhead in the side. "You're not sleeping until you've taken care of whatever's wrong."

"I'm tired," Amy whined in vain, "Lise please.. I just need to rest."

"No," Lisa intoned firmly. "Keep this crap up and I'll call Jeff…and you know for a fact, he's worse about this than me and Trish combined."

"I know," the redhead replied sleepily, "believe me I know.. He was on my case from the get go.."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, "And for good reason.. Though I do wonder how he manages to keep you in line when he can barely keep himself in line."

Amy half shrugged, "It's a special gift, I guess.. Just don't tell him about this, because next thing I know…I'll get an angry e-mail or phone call from him."

"You probably would," Lisa sat back against the cushioned bench. "And I know Trish'll be on your case first thing in the morning or when she gets back."

"I can see the manor from here," Shane mentioned from his spot, "we shall be back before any of us knows it."

Lisa sent him a questioning look, "Does Paul have a cell phone or something so I can call? I just want to let Trish know that we got back safe."

The dark haired man nodded, his own cell phone pulled from his pocket. "It's the first number listed on the directory.." he paused to pull up said directory, "there you are."

Lisa smiled in thanks, selecting the first number and hitting 'talk' before she brought the cell phone to her ear. It took a few moments for her to reach the blonde man, but soon enough Lisa was speaking with Trish.

Shane frowned slightly as he looked over to the redhead, "You are looking fretfully pale, Ms. Dumas.." he waited until the limo had pulled up to the door. "Please, allow me to assist you into the manor."

"Please…no more of this 'Ms.' stuff.." she waved off that part, "just call me Amy."

Shane could only shake his head in response, taking back the cell phone as the door to the limo opened. "Lisa? Were you able to contact Patricia?"

The raven haired woman nodded, "Yeah…she said they're really bored, even though Soho is exciting. Either that or they're too worried." She waited until she, Shane and Amy were out of the limo. "So, Paul is arranging for Trish, Randy and John to head back."

"I see," Shane paused to steady the redhead. "I suppose it shall be necessary to escort her back to her quarters."

Lisa offered a smile, "I've got her.." she wrapped an arm around Amy's waist. "And I'll make sure she takes her glucose tablets."

To that, Shane nodded…Amy and Lisa soon in the elevator to head back to Amy's room. And as Lisa had stated; Trish, Randy and John arrived back at the house not but half an hour later. Shane almost questioned how they had gotten back in such quick time, but held off on asking as the three soon disappeared into one of the elevators. It wasn't until later during the late night snack, that Jason updated the dark haired man on Amy's condition. With a near amused look, the short haired blonde man relayed the events…from Lisa's near force feeding the glucose tablets to the vigil afterwards. He then informed Shane that both Trish and Lisa had taken up occupancy in Amy's quarters for the night.. John and Randy just leaving the room when he had left the hallway.