Chapter I have no clue
A/N: I shamelessly stole the chapter title from CSI. The one where the guy injected mercury into his boxing gloves to kill his opponent.

I saw that episode in May. Scary.
One month later

Alycia was really bored. Bored stiff. She looked at Numair with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading to be done. She frowned as he continued trying to get something through her head. Something about responsibility, very dull. He had been talking about it for two hours.

"I get it already. Don't use your magic to harm others with no good reason. My lesson was done an hour ago!" She screamed the last part.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Sorry, you can go." Alycia shook her head and left.

"Has anyone seen Neal?" Alycia was getting worried. A cook saw him getting food at lunch, but no one else had seen him since.

When Numair scryed for him after she threatened to turn him into a kangaroo, all he got was gray smoke.

Alycia remembered what Numair had said the day she overheard him.

"When someone important vanishes, then you'll believe me."
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"It makes sense!" Alycia.

"How?" Numair.

"When you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth!" Alycia.

"Where did you hear that?" Numair.

"Girl in my room is a Sherlock Holmes fanatic." Alycia

"Who's that?" Numair.

"You don't know who Sherlock Holmes is?" Alycia.

"No, I don't." Numair

"Famous book char-character." Alycia

"Ah, it all becomes clear." Numair

"Very funny. Famous detective in the series." Alycia

"Why do you think Neal was kidnapped?" Duke of Queenscove

"The pages didn't see him go towards the forest, same in the front with the guards. Not one servant saw him since lunch, and all Numair got when he scryed was gray smoke." Alycia pointed out.

"But they could all be coincidences."

"A new servant went missing as well." Numair realized.

"What?" Alycia shot up. "No one told me!"

"You didn't know?"

"No. So this proves it. Neal was kidnapped. And someone has to go after him."

"No one will."

"Why not?"

"No one knows what the kidnapper does with his victims."

Alycia was about to say something when a picture shot through her mind. A tangled ball of knotted strands of multicolored light was floating over a golden circle. Most of the lights had a streaky silver end bit, but some didn't. A few were only the silver, as well.

"That can't be good." She thought sharply.

"So no one will go after him?"

"Correct."

But I will, she thought stubbornly. I'll go tonight.