Lemony struggled through the rest of the day OK, achieving full marks in his Creative Writing exam in English and had the honour of picking up one of Beatrice's books when she dropped it in the corridor. He slowly traipsed up to his dormitory and lay down on his bed. Then the lights went off. Lemony wouldn't say he was scared of the dark, but it was unnerving when he only put a light bulb in the day before. It couldn't have blown that quickly! He stood up and heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned staring like a cat, straight in to the shadows. He heard them again. He twisted round, stepped forwards and tripped over his satchel. He landed on the floor, flailing around, trying to get up. But as he started to stand up, he saw a very familiar face with a very familiar eyebrow.

"Jacques?"

"Hi there, Little Brother!" Jacques grinned flicking the lights back on, "I wondered how long it would take you!"

"God Jacques, you nearly gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Professor Olaf!" Lemony then realised how babyish that sounded. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be down at the police station?"

"Can't work on a holy day, bro!"

"It's Friday!"

"Holy day starts at sunset! That was about five minutes ago! I love being Jewish!" He collapsed on to Lemony's bed. "So what's been happening? Pass any exams? Learn a new song? Finally talk in coherent words around Beatrice?"

"Shut up."

"Ooh, no need to be so sour Lemony! You're being a little sour today!"

"Listen either stop annoying me or get out!"

Jacques stopped smiling, suddenly becoming serious. "Actually there is something. It's a very sensitive matter."

They stared at each other for a while, until Lemony something that, to an observer, might have been very strange. He opened his wardrobe and stepped inside. There was the sound of many levers, pulleys and gears until a thick iron plate fell down and sealed off all the windows. The door slid back and several more iron bars fastened them self across it. The room was now soundproof, spyproof and most importantly, Olafproof.

"You got the letter then?" Jacques asked, rather rhetorically,

"That the codeword had changed? Of course I did. Hell of a time getting it past security though!"

"Well I'm glad you did. It's happened again. Royal Gardens." He said seeing the worried look on Lemony's face. "No deaths."

"Completely? But it was massive!"

"Down to the ground. But I didn't come here just to tell you that. It's been assigned to me. But I want you to come with me."

"Why?"

"Like you said, it's a big place. I need someone with a big memory."

"Won't the police mind a student there with you?" Lemony asked,

"They won't know!" Jacques said giving Lemony a funny look, until he realised what was going on, "It wasn't the police that gave that assignment Lemony. It was V.F.D!"