The three of them were blindfolded - which Ian protested greatly to, saying he already knew the pathway and this was all stupid - and taken down to wherever the leader was.

When they arrived, they were stripped of the blindfold and pushed towards the room down the corridor.

"They're so grabby," Dan muttered, irritated as he massaged his arm where they seized him. Amy shushed him, glaring at him for being so obnoxiously loud during a time like this.

Finally, the doors were pushed open and there sat, behind a simple desk where his meal was. Beside him was a middle-aged woman, most likely his wife or assistant. Her eyes were a warm hazel and she seemed innocent, but Amy knew better. It was a part of an act.

"Amy and Dan Cahill," she said, her voice sweet like honey. "Welcome."

Amy and Dan stayed quiet, knowing silence was their only ally in a situation like this.

"Ah, and Ian Kabra," she continued, her eyes straying towards the handsome young man. "Always the pretty ones," she murmured to herself, which caused Ian to grimace and turn away. Turning back to the siblings, she smiled.

"What are you two doing here?" she finally asked. However, soon, the man spoke up, his voice booming compared to hers.

"Stop talking, now, Lucila," he barked. She instantly fell back into silence, her head hung low beside his. "Ian!" he yelled, causing Ian to jump a little from where he stood. Never had Amy or Dan seen him so scared and vulnerable, except for when he was with his mother as a younger child. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing, sir," he answered in a low voice. "I just caught them sneaking around and -"

"I heard this wasn't the first time," he continued, his voice still booming, showing he was in command. "Weren't you warned to lock them up the next time you saw them?"

"I -" he started, nervous, but stopped when the man continued.

"Don't lie to me! What were you three discussing!"

"Nothing -"

"I knew he was going to figure it out eventually," the woman muttered in disgust, glaring at the three of them now.

"Shut up," the man hissed again. "You two" - he pointed to the guards - "lock them away again. Don't let me see his face again." He threw a vicious glare at Ian as they were escorted - pulled - out of the room.

When they were pushed back into their cells, Ian immediately charged at the door, but they shut it before he could exit. They were no match for Ian had they been fighting individually, but they had weapons on them and number on their side, while Ian was alone and with only his fists to fight. He may be daring, but he wasn't stupid.

"Agh!" he yelled in frustration, falling to the ground.

"Amy," Dan whispered over to his sister. "What do we do now? If you haven't noticed, we're totally failing our mission so far."

Amy sighed, obviously noticing that. "I don't know," she admitted. "I'll think about it," she sighed, also frustrated at the situation. Not only have they found the long-lost Ian, but they're stuck in cells with him at the Vesper headquarters without a clue what's about to happen to them.

"Well, hurry up," he muttered. "They barely feed us here and I really need to take a shower." Dan sighed and laid down on the cold floor.

"Hygiene and food shouldn't be the main concern," Amy replied in a hushed tone. "I think our lives are."

"I know that, but -"

"Will you two stop talking?" Ian's voice came from the other side of the chamber. "It's annoying enough that I'm stuck down here for no reason at all, but to be stuck with you two bickering makes it worse."

"Still as bitter and stuck-up as before, I see," Dan said out-loud, rolling his eyes.

"Dan!" Amy whispered, her eyes widening.

"Don't act as if you know me," Ian warned, glaring at him through the darkness. Although they couldn't see it, it sent a chill down Amy's spine.

"We know you better than you do," Dan muttered, putting his hands behind his head.

There was silence for a moment before Ian asked, "What do you mean?"

Dan sighed, annoyed at this point and very tired. "I don't know how you haven't picked this up, dude, but we're obviously related. The Vespers brainwashed you and now you think you're a Vesper, but you're not."

Ian snorted. "You must think I'm stupid. I could never be a Cahill like you two - a mess, your family, fighting each other. I could never be related to such idiots," he snapped.

"Well, you were," Dan answered, ignoring the insults without care. "You were a Lucian."

Ian was quiet for a moment, and Amy finally decided to speak up.

"Do you really not remember?" she wondered out-loud, staring into the darkness quizzically.

"I remember everything perfectly fine," he replied coldly. "I was born a Vesper, raising a Vesper, trained a Vesper, and I am a Vesper. There isn't a doubt in my mind." But, there was, and it was growing as the moments passed with the two Cahills, and it was scaring him.

"You had a sister," she continued softly. "Don't you remember her? Her name was Natalie and she looked like you, really, but younger. I guess Isabel left her behind when she took you."

The idea of a sister was all too familiar to him, yet he was barely raised near girls. His mother - Isabel - was also a familiar idea, although he barely could remember a thing about her. "No," he scowled. "Because I don't have a sister." Yet the words sounded like a lie even in his own ears.

"Why bother trying anymore?" Dan asked, his eyes becoming heavier and heavier.

Amy sighed, shaking her head. "I guess," she murmured, leaning her head against the cold, stone wall.

While the two were trying their best to rest up, Ian's memories were haunted by a young girl with straight black hair and dark eyes much like his own and a tall woman looming over the both of them, her similar but colder eyes punishing them.