Author's notes: Ten. That was a new record for how many reviews I got within one hour of posting this chapter (it was five before). I would like to thank all of you SO much (sobs). You people rock. I'm dedicating this story to all of you.

DigiqueenTMIM: Well… if you say so! Thanks for the complements!

allforisadorakluas: Cliffhangy… I like it. WHO CARES ABOUT THE DICTIONARY? Thanks!

Nina Wyndia The Third: Don't hurt me (cowers in fear). I'm not going to break them up!

coolgirl44: (hands tissue, and a box of cookies) It's in book 10. Yep. He's alive!

Hoshito: Your review makes me think of "Summer Nights" from Grease! "Tell me more, tell me more like blahblahblahblah." We have to sing that in chorus… Anyway, thanks!

ChoFrog09: Thanks! The reason I didn't go into detail was because I wanted to move into the plot quickly. You'll find out who did it soon… "You're evil." I say that a lot. Right now my fave quote is "P.I.P." for pee in peace. Hehehe.

Violet Aiken: You'll find out soon! By the way, I'll e-mail you the story soon.

-Chabo-: And soon there will be even more suspects!

SuperBallOfPower: I won't kill Fiona, but I'm also not a big fan of hers.

Guest: My problem with Duncan is that I don't know almost anything about him. I know he's a journalist, and that he keeps a notebook, and that's about it. So, I decided to pick on him. Anyway, you'll find out if it was him soon.

cakesniffer: Thanks- you rock!

On to the chapter!

Chapter Three: Sibling Worries and Rivalry

Quigley yawned as he glanced at the clock above the doors in the waiting room. It was six AM. He looked at Violet's sleeping form on the chair and sighed. He knew that this was emotionally torturing for her. She often had spoken about the promise she made to her parents -that she would watch out for her siblings.

"It wasn't her fault," he whispered to himself.

All of a sudden, a voice came over the intercom. "Will Quigley Quagmire come to the front desk? Quigley Quagmire to the front desk."

Quigley cringed and quickly looked around the waiting room to see if anyone recognized his name. To his relief, no one even looked up. He walked down the stairs.

"Phone's for you," said the uninterested receptionist.

"Hello?" Quigley said.

"Quigley," Isadora's voice rang out, "I need to talk to you."

"Um, that's sort of what you're doing. Anyway, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"I was," Isadora replied, "but I couldn't fall back to sleep."

"He's going to be fine, you know," he reminded her.

"I know."

"Then why are you worried? Hey, by the way, is Duncan asleep?"

"Well… Duncan and I aren't speaking at the moment."

"That doesn't sound like Duncan, Izzy," Quigley said.

"Okay, I guess I'm not talking to him." Isadora replied.

"Why?"

"It'll be easier to tell you in person. I'll be over at the hospital in a few minutes. I'll walk."

"Be careful…"

"Quit your worrying. Let me guess, Vi is a nervous wreck."

"She's sleeping at the moment, but she was pretty freaked out. How's Sunny taking it?"

"Well," Isadora said, "she didn't want to sleep. We finally got her to stay in bed about a few hours ago."

"Well… see you soon," Quigley said.

"Bye."

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Duncan looked at the piece of glass in his hand. It was triangle shaped. A perfect triangle. He held it up to his eye, and noticed how blurry it was when he looked through it. He picked up another piece of shattered glass and looked through it. It was crystal clear. He stepped over the glass to Klaus's glasses and held them up to his own eyes. They were blurry, just like the triangle shaped piece. Which meant that the piece of glass was from a pair of glasses. And from what Violet had told him, only one person they knew had glasses shaped like that. Fiona.

Duncan walked over to the window seat, and noticed how ripped it was.

"It's like someone used a knife and slashed it," he said out loud. He decided to tell Isadora what he had found, hoping that maybe she would actually talk to him then.

"Izzy? Isadora?" he yelled down the stairs.

No reply.

"Hello?"

"Isaopital," Sunny's little voice rang out. (Isadora went to the hospital to talk to Quigley.)

"Thanks, Sunny," Duncan replied, glad that he learned to understand Sunny. "Sorry I woke you up."

"Isawokwa." (Isadora woke me up on her way down the stairs, and told me where she was going.)

"Okay then."

He walked back up to the scene of the crime, only to see a shadow sifting through the glass.

"Who are you?" Duncan asked.

"I am Fiona."

Author's notes: Was it Fiona? Or, was it someone else? Tune in soon to find out!