Alright, I'm really sorry I took so long with this chapter (again) but I'm not going to promise I'll have a better update time with the next one because we'll all know that I'll be lying.

Also, an announcement for anyone who notices/cares: I'm changing all the POV writing to third person, because it's a lot easier to write than first person.

Thanks for sticking with me, everybody!

Isabella-1

"YOU DID WHAT?!"

"I can't watch everyone all the time! And why do you expect me to notice he was missing if none of you noticed either?"

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE LEADER HERE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING AN EYE ON EVERYBODY!"

"Um, guys?" Phineas asked nervously. "Maybe we should wait until we've made it out of here to start bickering." Neither of the Isabellas listened to him.

"Well, I'm trying my best here!" Isabella-2 yelled at her First Dimension counterpart. "What's your best idea to get him back?"

"Guys?" Phineas said, his voice beginning to rise a little bit. He still didn't get much notice.

"OH, SO NOW IT'S MY FAULT?" Isabella-1 screamed, taking no notice of Phineas. "IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOOK US IN HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"GUYS!" Phineas screamed, his outburst finally silencing the two Isabellas. "This is not the time for finger-pointing or name-calling. Yeah, the O.W.C.A. has Buford. But yelling and accusing each other is not going to get him back. If we want to do that, we need to start working together."

Each of the Isabellas stood glaring at each other.

"Fine," Isabella-1 said through clenched teeth. "This can wait until we have Buford back."

Phineas sighed. "Alright, that'll have to do. Now, the first thing we have to do is find out just where they've taken Buford. Baljeet?"

Baljeet pulled his computer detector out of his pocket and waved it around for a few seconds.

"That way," he said, pointing to a room down the hallway. "There should be one in there."

Phineas walked forward silently and looked around the doorway.

"He's right," he said. "And the room's clear."

Everyone else followed him in, but Isabella-1 stayed behind, Adyson with her. As Isabella-2 walked past her First Dimension self, they shot each other scowls.

Once the rest of the group was in the room, Adyson turned to Isabella and asked "Alright, what's going on?"

Isabella turned and asked "What?"

Adyson folded her arms over her chest and said "You know what I'm talking about. You just went nuts at that other you. I don't know why, but I know it wasn't about Buford."

"Oh, really?" Isabella asked. "Why is that?"

"You've never been any closer to Buford than the rest of us are," she said. "But none of us exploded at the other you about him getting left behind. This isn't about him. There's something else, and I think I know what it is."

Isabella's face flushed red. "There is not something else!" she exclaimed. "Buford's part of our group, and she got him left behind. I'm just concerned about all of us, is all."

"Really?"

"... Yeah."

Adyson stood in silence for a moment.

"No," she said. "I think I know what this about."

Isabella's face, already a deep crimson, flushed even redder. She seemed to realize just what Adyson was insinuating.

"I... No, it's not-"

"This is about Phineas, isn't it?"

Isabella opened her mouth, then closed it again. She tried to speak, presumably to refute Adyson's accusations, but her vocal cords betrayed her and did nothing but stammer.

Adyson nodded in satisfaction.

"You think that you've got competition for him," she stated. "There's another you here, her Phineas is dead, and you're afraid she'll try to take him. It's not hard to guess, Fearless Leader."

Isabella stammered again, then bowed her head in defeat and sat down on the cold metal floor. Adyson sat down next to her and put her arm around her.

"You're right, Adyson," Isabella said in a defeated tone. "It's just... I've never had much success with Phineas, and she just seems so much more... I don't know, more savvy than me. She seems more like someone he would go for than me."

"But you're the same person!"

"Genetically, maybe. But she's spent years fighting in a resistance movement against a tyrannical dictator, probably has all sorts of skills I don't, and is just... She just seems so much cooler than me."

Adyson leaned over and put her arms around Isabella.

"Well," she said. "I can think of at least one thing you have over her."

Isabella sniffed.

"What's that?" she asked.

"You've actually spent time with Phineas. Hers has been dead for two years."

Isabella sniffed.

"Alright," she conceded. "I'll give you that much."

Adyson gave a little smile, stood up, and offered Isabella her hand.

"Come on, Fearless Leader," she said. "Let's go see what Baljeet's found out."

Baljeet-2

Baljeet pulled himself behind the corner of a nearby building and nervously adjusted his wig. He pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket and whispered "Are you sure about this, Adyson?"

"It's a bit late for second thoughts," came Adyson's response. "You probably should have brought this up before we sent you in.

"Now, let's go over your disguise one last time. Say something British."

"Um..." Baljeet said hesitantly. "... Would you care for a spot of tea?"

"Good," Adyson said. "But you're still separating your words too much."

She gave a tired sigh.

"... Could you try using a contraction?"

Baljeet gave a gasp of disbelief. "I cannot!" he exclaimed. "Contractions are what you get when you tear two perfectly good words aparts and stitch them back together!"

"Baljeet, normal people use contractions!"

"As you may have noticed, I am not a normal person!"

"Exactly! We need you to seem like one so you can get in there unnoticed!"

Baljeet grimaced and gritted his teeth.

"I... I can't."

Baljeet had the feeling that Adyson gave him an approving nod.

"Very good. Now, tell me what you see?"

He slowly looked around the corner at the sumptuous building ahead. People were streaming in, carrying boxes of various sizes and shapes out of a few vehicles labeled "Hungry Platypus Catering Service."

"Well, they are definitely getting ready for something," he said. "From what I can see, it looks to be something involving lots of food. That would indicate they are having a party soon."

"Do you think you can get in?"

Baljeet looked over at the trucks the workers were unloading crates off of. From what he could tell, the workers seemed to come back. However, there seemed to be a long delay between when one person walked away from the truck and when another walked up.

When someone else came for another crate, Baljeet saw that their clothes were just as ramshackle and poorly-maintained as his own. With a sigh, he brought the walkie-talkie to his lips and said "Yes, I can get in. I will... I'll radio you when I get out."

Adyson had time to say "Nice contraction, Baljeet," before he turned off the walkie-talkie.

As one person walked away from the trucks clutching a crate labeled "stewed lark tongues," Baljeet slipped over and picked up another one. None of the laborers noticed his presence, nor did the armed guards.

As he walked in further, Baljeet had to keep himself from stopping to gawk at the inside of the house- no, the mansion. The place was enormous. The entrance hall alone easily dwarfed his old house in the suburbs. Walking through it was like walking through a Roman arch; it made you feel like a bug.

Milling around the entrance was a rich variety of people. Almost everything about them made a stunning contrast to the soul-crushing poverty of the rest of the people. Their clothes looked to be made of expensive fabrics with gems inset; they wore jewelry of far greater size than even the most fashion-obsessed would've thought reasonable; and their gaze towards the workers below them was filled with nothing but contempt.

Baljeet's gaze flitted around as he tried to gather as much information as he could without drawing attention to himself. However, his attempt to be inconspicuous failed miserably when he saw something on the balcony above him, and his jaw dropped open in surprise.

Well, two somethings.

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