A/N: Firs

tly, let's take a look at the reviews…

Marsnmonkey:

First Review: ah. this souinds promising. but the summary never said anything about a cousin? Second Review: ok. this chapter sucks. no offense, but i was looking for HUMOR. not more jon spiro shit.
please exucse my snapyness, but this is my true and honest emotions right now.

Reply:

First Review: Thank you very much! The original summary had something about his cousin but was badly worded so I changed it. Anyhows: It adds a little surprise -

Second Review: cowers Very sorry! I promise to try and do better next time!

Because of this review I've made a few adjustments to my original plan and if you don't like Jon Spiro then here is some good news: Jon doesn't last very long; I just need him for the first bit. And yes, looking over that chapter I'm a bit disappointed myself. It's pretty good for a 3am effort in my opinion though X3

The wild man of the north: to shortbut was acceptable

Reply: Chapters are hopefully getting longer!

An Idiot with a crayon

Dug Munch walked through Irish airport security, ignoring the looks he was being given by his fellow travellers. Striding towards the double doors he looked around him. To his left was a row of coffee shops, bookstores and souvenir stands. Brilliant for all those tourists who had forgotten to buy that postcard for Aunty Jo or that magnet for Granny. To his left was the arrivals hall and he watched in amusement as people struggled around with their luggage and hushed children. Above his head he read the sign that marked the half-way point of his expedition: Welcome to Dublin. As he past through the automatic doors the cold air stung his face and he breathed in the scent of untainted air…Ok it was tainted but at least it wasn't recycled or something like that.

Half an hour later, we catch up with this character standing at the gates of a certain manor. Dug shivered as the cool evening breeze washed over him. He had arrived at his destination five minutes ago and was currently trying to reach the doorbell, which was proving impossible due to his…Vertically challenged-ness. Spotting a nearby branch, he stood on tip-toe, and carefully, using his new wooden ally, pushed the button that immediately sent a buzzing sound to everyone occupying the house beyond the high walls.

Meanwhile…

Below the surface, Julius Root sat in his office, fuming over that fact that well…He had nothing to fume about! He needed to take his rage out on someone. But that was hard to do when both his usual targets, Foaly and Holly, were either spending the day teaching science voluntarily or performing the ritual. He should never have let Foaly volunteer for that stupid school. The School of New Age Technology. He snorted. Foaly would have volunteered for that with his permission or not! Well he shouldn't have let Holly do the…Oh wait a minute: He was right to let her do that. She was almost drained of every blue spark in her body! The fact that she now took part in the Fowl Manor watch wasn't helping with her amount of free time. So with no one to yell at Julius sank deeper and deeper into his mood. So involved in his current 'crisis' was he that is took him a few seconds to realise what was going on, on the T.V monitor in front of him. But non-the-less, he was contacting both Foaly and Holly before you say Frond wears tailor-made underpants three times.

Meanwhile…

Artemis walked towards the drawing room, having already had Juliet usher the little man in. Obviously a door-to-door sales man or something but Artemis was bored and wanted to try out his newly improved 'icy stare'. His leather shoes passed over the marble hall and he thought back to the last few days. Alexandra, his long lost cousin on his mothers side, had been confirmed through DNA testing to be a relation of his. His mother, Juliet and her had been on various shopping, and he was delighted to find this new visitor was not as fashion-obsessed as Mother and Juliet were. His father got on with her as well and they had countless conversations about the government and the way they thought it should be run. Truth to be told, the country wouldn't fare too badly if his cousin and father were in control. And he enjoyed her to. She had brought along a small bag of sentimental items and one of these was a Dell laptop. Not to bad though some of the software was a little out of date…He was still musing over the new arrival when he entered the drawing room.

Meanwhile…(A/N: In other words, switching character focus)

Juliet watched as the little man reached out for a carrot. Ever since making the Irish Junior wrestling squad she had become less wary of safety. Her brother would have checked for weapons by now. Even done a scan for hidden spy technology. But for some odd reason, she trusted this guy, munching so hungrily on a carrot. It was as though she'd met him before and knew her life was…Ok in his hands. But she still didn't see why Artemis wanted to see him personally. Probably boredom she decided as her part-time employer walked in. She listened as the small dude began to talk, not really concentrating.

"Firstly, I must say, thanks very much. I owe you. You don't know why of course, but that's not the point. So introductions: I can't say anything that will trigger it straight away because I read up on mind wipes and it said something about the person going mad and stuff." he said, spraying bits of carrot everywhere. Deep in Juliet's brain, the first cogs of a lock began to turn. Though at the moment it meant nothing to her, in a few minutes, memories of another time…another place, would come flooding back.

A/N: Semi-cliffie I guess!