Wherever L's room was, it was in a building which had an underground facility. An old man in black clothes went down there. The walls were made out of re-enforced steel, and the doors seemed to have special locks. So much so that when one entered it, one would almost think they just entered a huge bankvault. Which is an impression one would already have received before entering, as the door had a keypad where the correct combination had to be entered, a thumbprint-reader, a retinal scanner, as well as voice-activation. Even then, the door still wouldn't open, as a signal would be sent to L's computers, where he's to either deny or allow access. Since it's L's own servant Watari (albeit not the same Watari as the one that served him before his alleged demise), and it was by L's request, through Mello, to go down there, of course access would be allowed, so Watari could enter. Whatever it is that L and his companions kept down there, they clearly had to be sure it won't leave under any circumstances. Watari stepped inside and walked towards the requested destination. He entered a hallway, where there were more doors. At first, one would think it's just a hallway with door, until one took a closer look, and realized that there were doubleglassed windows in the doors, not to mention the dark grey look about them. One almost thought this was a sort of insane asylum, where only the most dangerous were kept. Watari walked towards one door, where he looked through the window. He saw a young woman inside. The woman was sitting in the middle of the room, looking down, until she realized she was being watched, tilted her head to look at who's watching her. She recognized the old man, as he was one of the people who captured her in the first place. She smiled at him, but only briefly, as her smiling face suddenly shifted into a more demonic face, upon which she charged at the door, apparently trying to break it. Of course it didn't work, nor did she appear to receive any reaction from Watari.

"If you're not coming down here to be scared..." the woman spoke, although her voice appeared to echo, "... you must really enjoy just watching me."

Watari couldn't hear what she was saying, as the room was sound proof. Next to the door, there was one microphone and one loudspeaker. All Watari did was take a palmtop out of his pocket, which he place next to the microphone. He switched on both palmtop and microphone. L's logo appeared on the screen, followed by L's own voice.

"Katherine Featherston." L said.

"Well, if it isn't my secretive kidnapper." the woman snarled, "Loser, wasn't it?"

L was used to hearing such remarks by then, but given who and what this woman is, he expected something a bit more mature than that.

"Still as agoraphobic as ever?" the woman continued.

"Fortunately, I have no reason to explain myself to you." L spoke.

"Nor do you have a reason to keep me here." the woman growled this time, "All your attempts to... what was your word again? Extract me from this female, they all failed."

"I have a proposition for you." L said, completely ignoring what the woman just said.

"Oh, 'proposition', another fine word of yours." the woman laughed somewhat menacingly.

"Either you keep this up and I'll never let you out, or you take me more seriously and I may let you go."

The woman quited down, then returned to where she was sitting before.

"I'm listening." she said.

L said nothing. Instead, there was a sudden change of air. The woman started to smell something she never smelled before. And given that she had smelled her own smell for so long, that meant that a new smell was introduced. Once her muscles started to weaken, and she herself had trouble to sit up. It didn't take long before she passed out.

In L's room, L had a question about Near's methods: "You could have gassed her before you said all those things."

Near, who had been pretending to be L the whole time, replied: "True, but this way at least she understands why we did what we did, so to avoid unnecessary explanations."

Ministery Of Magic, London:

A man in his early thirties was sitting at his desk, head laying down on the desk, just when somebody decided to slam his hand on it, causing the man to instantly get up.

"Sleeping on the job, Potter?" this person asked, "We're used to a lot of things from you, but this isn't one of them."

"If you must know, Eliot..." he emphasized the name he spoke, "I wasn't sleeping, I was thinking."

The man, Eliot, didn't show much emotion, still his voice sounded as though he believed him: "I know that your latest job isn't the easiest. Trying to find out who stole that forbidden formula."

"It's not just that." Potter explained, "It's my son's sixth birthday soon, and unless I can solve this case, I might not be able to make it to his party."

"In other words, no pressure." Eliot remarked.

"Right." Potter replied, "So far I haven't found any suspect as to who might have done this. I'm almost starting to think that it wasn't some wizard who did this, but a muggle."

Eliot burst out laughing. Potter was annoyed by this: "I know it sounds a bit..."

"No, that's not it." Eliot interrupted, "It's just that I'm not used yet to the words that are common place to you, like 'muggle'."

"I see." Potter replied, "I keep forgetting that you didn't exactly grow up in the wizarding community."

"Indeed." Eliot said, "While my school wasn't the most inconspicuous of them all, it did cut itself off from the outside world."

"What was the name of that school of yours again?" Potter wondered, "Gruesome... something..."

"Groosham Grange." Eliot corrected him, "Anyway, getting back to your case, so you think regular people stole the formula?"

"Yes." Potter continued, "I mean, why not, there are two muggles that I know of who found out about us, and yet another who... well, didn't know about us, but does seem to have access to magic."

"Speaking of which, I've only just seen that man down in our dungeons." Eliot started, "But he still won't say anything."

"This is all getting..." Potter started, but got interrupted.

A flying post-it arrived on his desk, which he picked up to read: "Some... thing is trying to reach you. Floo room."

Potter read this, upon which he got up, curious about what this 'thing' is that it mentions.

"What is it?" Eliot asked.

"I hope to find out soon." Potter answered.

A few minutes later, Potter arrived at the Floo room, in which there were many fires burning. On of them, for some reason, had the letter "L" coming out of its fires. Potter got a little startled by this. This "L", whoever he is, happened to be one of the muggles he mentioned who knows about the wizarding community. Potter sat himself next to that fire.

"You wanted to see me?" Potter asked.

"Yes." L answered, upon which text appeared over the letter, "I want you to come to this address by tomorrow."