A/N: So another day, another chapter! Wow, 26 reviews! That's so cool! I read this fiction that had a 1000 reviews...that's serious going! I'm more than happy with my beloved 26!

killhill2003, Thunderbird-Shrapnel and allie-tracy - as always, thank you for my glorious reviews! They make very happy during trying times!

fellowriverrat - Thank you so much for your review. I was unsure about my little love scene but I'm pretty sure Jeff wouldn't mind if it was love...which I think it just might be! Well for one of them anyway...lol. Nah, we have the joy of Jeff and Penelope finding out what goes on when they're away! Tee hee! Thanks again sweetie!

Sophia had been shoved rather untastefully into a small room. Although broom cupboard was probably a better word for what she was sitting in.

Above her was a naked bulb emitting harsh yellow white light and hurting Sophia's eyes. She was seated on maybe the most uncomfortable chair ever made and barely had room to breathe.

Sophia was now quite afraid. At first she had been in slight denial, believing Virgil and his brothers would come barging in like they do on the news and all would be well. Be Virgil did not come.

Shivering in her wet dress, Sophia weighed up the situation.

They thought she was in fact Penelope which meant clearly her older sister was in danger from someone. Sophia was unsure what they wanted with Penelope but she was sure it wasn't ideas for interior decorating.

On the other hand, Sophia was not Penelope and when they figured that out, Sophia would be no use to them. Who ever wanted Pen would probably not be too pleased that the man had captured someone else instead of her and would probably dispose of Sophia.

Brilliant.

Sophia put her face in her hands and closed her eyes, unable to do much else. She was sick with nerves and no matter how much she tried to reassure herself, the end result remained the same.

- - -

It seemed Sophia had fallen asleep because with a start, she awoke not knowing where on earth she was.

At last check, she was on a horrible metal chair in a room the size of a rabbit hutch. Now she seemed to be in some sort of bed chamber thing.

Blinking away sleep, Sophia looked around. Her hair had gone rock hard due to the sea water and was stuck to her neck and face uncomfortably as was her sun dress. She felt like she had been submerged in starch then put in the sun.

Sophia then realised two things. One, she was on the floor and two, she was not alone.

Gingerly, she pushed herself up into sitting position and pushed a crispy chunk of dull blonde hair from her face.

"She's awake," she heard a man's voice say. Sophia did not recognise it, it wasn't the men who caught her on the submarine.

"I'll go alert him. Put her and a chair or something," a second, gruff voice said and apparently left the room.

Sophia let out a small cry of protest as the first man hoisted her up onto a chair roughly by her upper arms. Her body cried out in pain, stiff and sore from cramped and uncomfortable conditions.

The man turned away as Sophia pushed herself into a more comfortable position on the chair, feeling that her back was tender and sore.

A sudden urge to cry had come over Sophia, she was very alone and very, very frightened. Where on earth was Virgil? Would he ever be able to find her?

"She's waiting in there," a distant voice said. Sophia saw a mystery arm push open the door for yet another man she did not know.

The man in question was middle aged and had an air about him that said he was once quite handsome in his youth but unfortunately age had caught up and wasn't being too friendly.

He looked at Sophia directly, his gaze hard. She found she could not look away from his unusual eyes and he held her for what seemed a life time.

"That is not Lady Penelope," He said finally, looking at Sophia but talking to the two men by the door.

They began spluttering excuses, that it was her, of course it was her, she was on Tracy Island where she should've been.

"It is not Lady Penelope," he said once again. Sophia trembled at the tone of his voice, he sounded most displeased. "She is too young."

"Then who is she then?" one man questioned boldly, forgetting his place.

"Lady Sophia Creighton-Ward," He said coolly. "Her sister."

It was then and only then that Sophia recognised who she was actually being held by.