Lena's POV

I knew for a certain that Lincoln's case is no mistake. The mystery is all over the place, and it seems that we have no lead for a certain. All we know is that Lincoln got unconscious upstairs while all of us were downstairs, except for Lyra, who got up to fetch Lincoln. But did she? Does she have something to do with this?

There I see her, being questioned by my sister Lois and Lori. "I swear! I just saw Lincoln on the floor. I swear I see him like it!"

"Oh really? Then why did it take you so long to shout when it can take you literally just a minute to do so?" Lori questions her.

Lyra tries to defend, but the girls have doubts.

I do too. The suspect may be one of us. I can feel it in my lungs. It could be any of us. But who?

Well, one thing I know – we are in an Agatha Christie situation here. At the back of my hand, I can almost feel a Murder on the Orient Express vibe, the same way I see the trailer for the remake, complete with that Imagine Dragons song.

As I pass along the girls, I can sense each of their presence, and also the wails from poor ole Lyra, a.k.a. The Climber.

There's Luna, a.k.a. The Musician, talking with Lynn, a.k.a. The Athlete, and Lucy, a.k.a. The Goth, about the case.

"Sure hope nothing happens bad to Lincoln," Luna shares.

"Me too," Lynn replies. "But who could have done this to our brother? Lucy, you must have sensed something! Or anything!"

"No séances around inside. Just the outside," Lucy confirms. "One thing's for sure: There might be someone else." That statement triggers some fear for Lynn. I can tell with her jitters.

Then there's also Lara, a.k.a. The Cynic, by the fire, with my younger sisters Lexi, a.k.a. The Bully, and Lani, a.k.a. The Explorer. I can see that poor Lani has a hard time accepting the situation.

"This never happened in our vacations before," Lani shrieks, "Why it has to happen now, where I supposed to see the only fauns in the summer?"

"Oh sure, keep fawning that in. I am sure they will come!" Lexi insults her. Typical.

"Lani, if I were you, I wouldn't put my hopes high on that," Lara corrects her.

"But I really want to see a real fawn," Lani asserts. "I heard that they graze at the lake every morning."

"Sure they do," Lara sarcastically implies. Well, it's usual for her to feel that way, especially in a time like this.

On the other side of the spectrum, there's the Louds. There's Leni, a.k.a. The Blonde, who is crying over her brother's fate. Is she really this dramatic?

"I can't believe Lincoln is dead!" Leni wails.

"Oh, there, there Leni. We are all shocked," Luan, a.k.a. The Harlequin, comforts her. "But I believe things will go shell. Hahaha. Get it?"

However, Leni still cries over Luan's joke. Is Luan really that tasteless in her jokes? Or does she do it for the sake of joking? Oh well…

Lana, a.k.a. The Soiled, stresses my point exactly, "Too soon, sis. Too soon."

Luan's forced laughing kinda gets on my nerves. Needless to say, to Lola's as well. "Can you keep it down with the jokes?! We had enough for one day!"

Well, that sets my point. Clearly, everybody has gotten on their nerves. But there's something else: trouble is brewing between Lacy, a.k.a. The Control Freak, and Lisa, a.k.a. The Genius. As usual with contending smarts, they have to always argue, especially when they together have to investigate.

"You were the last to leave the room!" Lacy argues.

"You were the one who brought us in!" Lisa vents with her weird lisping voice.

"Are you trying to accuse me of knocking out your brother?" Lacy counters.

"Well, basing on your possessive behavior and tyrannical oversight, I could see that as a possible alibi," Lisa explain. "I don't know how, but there at least 300 probabilities."

"Oh yeah, as if you can forensically pick up evidence against me," she whines. Lacy is typically like that. Well sure, she is a scholarly prodigy and active in school. But I think I know why she made those achievements her security blanket.

"Keep it down, you two!" Lois commands them.

"I would if Mrs. Intuitive here would stop accusing me," Lacy berates to her own defense.

"It's just a theory. Don't take it too personally. Or else, you would be ridden by bias," Lisa blandly implies.

"Oh, don't you take that on me!" Lacy then tries to grasp Lisa by her own bare hands, but Leah stops her.

"Sis, please. There's no need to fight. Lincoln's in trouble. And you be focusing on him! Lacy, please!" she reprimands her. Kind of unbelievable for her to do.

"Thank you, human," Lisa proudly acknowledges, "See, you better listen to your younger sister."

"Oh, don't you dare play games on me!" Lacy snarls, and the two resumed fighting. Well, that's a waste.

But I should not get lose my optimism, especially when Lily, a.k.a. The Infant, and Lulu, a.k.a. The Toddler, are also fighting?!

It's so painful to see that, two of the most adorable things on the planet, actually understanding the situation and arguing it over. There goes Lulu, belittling her little sister from another mother. And there goes Lily, accusing her back. Even with just their gibberish, I can feel their emotions. I have to stop them.

I pick up Lily and try to grab Lulu's hand, but she's being spoiled now, and wants to continue quarreling.

"Lulu, no. No fighting with Lily. No," I warn her, but she keeps on snarling on her.

"Noh noh! Lily!" she pesters with sticking her tongue. But sweet relief, Lois, a.k.a. The Matron, stops Lulu and pulls her closer.

"No Lulu, we don't do that to our guests," she cautions her.

Lori, a.k.a. The Boss, carries Lily for me and insists to her, "No Lily, don't. Don't sink lower than that Lulu."

"Any problem with that?" Lois asks suspiciously.

"Oh nothing, literally," Lori sneers back.

Gees, I never would have thought that Lois would reach this level of aggravation since the day we had to move from San Francisco to Royal Woods. Well, she's the mother hen. Who could blame her for her responsibility to watch over us?

But that's the point. Here is a clash of differences between us, the Larks, and the Louds. But I need to find out who is the real suspect of Lincoln's unconsciousness. So, that makes 10 Louds and 10 Larks, meaning 20 suspects including me. But I know I didn't do it. Yet, I missed somebody on my count. As I dig deeper, recounting the girls, someone then shockingly taps me on the shoulder. I flinch and I ready to strike, and there I see Loui calling me.

"Lena, are you okay?" she asks.

"Oh, it's just you," I utter, "Don't scare me like that."

"Sorry, I just thought that you need to know that they found that Lincoln was poisoned. Possibly a drink that got spiked," Loui deduces.

"That's very strange. Why would one of us ever do that to Lincoln," I address, "Well, there's one thing to find it out. We need to investigate ourselves."

"But Lacy and Lisa are already investigating."

"With their clashing smarts?" I cite their constant arguing.

Nevertheless, Loui is hesitantly convinced. "Oh well. At least it's not babysitting Lulu."

"Good. Now we need a lead, an evidence and gear," I bring that up to Loui, a.k.a. The Sidekick.

"That's a lot, Lena," Loui raises to me, "It takes a detective to have that."

"And who do you think I am?"

"Uhhh…you are?"

Then, with a little swagger and big confidence, as much as what Hercule Peirot would always do, I say to her, "I am Lena Loud, and I think I'm this family's greatest detective. Let's go."

And with that, the mystery solving starts with…Lyra, who is still crying.