It wasn't until morning that the Saturdays realized that Guinevere was gone. She didn't come to breakfast so Drew figured she was sick and brought her a breakfast in bed tray. Drew didn't find her in bed or in the bathroom. The family began searching the whole house for her but they couldn't find her. Doyle was really worried and retreated to Guinevere's bedroom to "think" as he put it.
He sat on the bed that was not made. The covers had been thrown back as if Guinevere had gotten up in the middle of the night. This caught Doyle's eye. He sat and thought hard as he stared out the open window. He remembered the window being closed when he came in to say goodnight last night. Was Guinevere kidnapped? If so, then by who? Doyle lay back on the bed with his arms behind his head and thought, but mostly daydreamed about Guinevere. Argost and Van Rook crept into his mind at times but were quickly shoved out by the shimmering white figure.
That night, Zak was watching Weird World as Doc and Drew were making calls to report a missing person's case. Doyle walked in and sat down on the couch to watch, although he wasn't quite fond of the crooked show. He had nothing better to do and had been locked up in Guinevere's room for most of the afternoon.
"Greetings and bien venue, Weird World watchers," Argost greeted his viewers, "Just a couple more days and I'll be in England, working on the Unicorn case. Today, I'll be going over more about unicorns with my lovely assistant," the camera moved from Argost to a young woman clad in white with long white hair.
"Guinevere!" Doyle exclaimed, leaping from his seat. Doc and Drew both ran in at the sudden shout.
The whole family gaped as Guinevere held books open for Argost to show to the camera and pulled down diagrams and maps; a slave, just like Munya. But she did it with a smile.
"I have to save her!" Doyle growled, grinding his teeth and clenching his hands into fists, which began to shake with fury.
"Now Doyle, don't be rash," Drew said calmingly as she put a hand on his shoulder.
He turned and walked away from her. "I'm her knight; I have to make rash decisions."
Doc raised an eyebrow as Doyle walked off. "I suppose we could go watch?" he suggested.
"I'll go help," Drew said sternly to her husband. She turned to her son with an angry face, "Zak, there's no point in telling you to stay here. That's why I'm leaving your dad here with you three."
"What?!" Zak and Doc both let out with surprise.
"Doc, you know how it is with the boys. Plus I think Doyle can handle this himself but I'll go and be big sister just in case," she kissed her husband's cheek and patted the other before going in the direction that Doyle went.