Spurred on by the series finale (if you haven't watched it yet, good luck. The plot twist... oh god!) I am putting up the second chapter!

Enjoy!

After traversing the small way to the second level down. Sally had left the group after leaving, presumably going back to her parents and bawling or whatever it was non freaks liked to do in the event of them losing even the most trivial of games.

Now The Voice was providing information again, this time about a task called Spooked.

Sherlock failed to see how this title could be for a game that applied to their current whereabouts, a dark room of some sorts with a woman stood, wearing clothes covered in cobwebs and generally unkempt. Her costume seemed to be designed to make her appear to be some kind of undead creature, though it seemed unrealistic to Sherlock.

Again, the pause for saboteur explanations started.

Still not hearing or noticing anything straight away, Sherlock could only say with complete confidence that he was not the saboteur, which didn't give him much of a head start in working anything out. Not that he wanted to be the saboteur, that would only serve to make things even duller.

"Unfortunates, this is spooked. To pass, you must find three safe books. If you find three spooked books, then you will fail" as she spoke the sneer was evident in her voice, which was a step up from her previous speaking attempt.

The second round began, and for a while after its official start, nobody moved. Clearly they too had realised that the only way to know how to win was if you were the person trying to lose. Which, despite making success harder, would manage to quite quickly show who the saboteur was. This realisation sent a surge of disappointment through Sherlock, he would be bored for the duration of this round.

"Well, does anyone have any bright ideas as to which book we should pick then?" Sherlock took it upon himself to take the initiative here, walking up to the books, hands behind his back. He observed them for a moment before facing his small audience.

"As suspected, this is entirely up to luck. I suggest we all just pick a book at random, give them to the librarian (at this he glanced over to the woman, who had stood there eerily, refusing to speak to them, since they had arrived) and see what happens."

At his suggestion, the five others jumped into life, creating an orderly queue leading up to the books First was Sherlock, already there, who picked the closest book before moving off to watch the others. His suggestion had provided the saboteur with an opportunity to be less conspicuous, as well as providing himself with more of a challenge, and thus more fun.

First to approach was Jim, who closed his eyes, span round twice and then grabbed onto a book at random. His manic grin showed that he enjoyed his own unpredictability, yet revealed nothing in regards to the saboteur situation. Sherlock decided that there was a very low chance of Jim being able to predict which book he would choose and averted his gaze to the next child approaching.

Molly, for that was who it was, let her eyes flit across the large books nervously before choosing a book with a hesitant hand and slowly pulling it out as if it would attack her then and there. Sherlock withheld judgement for the moment on this one, deeming the actions quite natural under the circumstances but wanting to wait until whether the book was bad or good before releasing an official verdict, even privately.

Both John and Greg came up at the same time, neither displaying signs of putting any thought into which book they chose, which was not at all unnatural.

This left only the judgement of the books.

They went in the same order as before, with Sherlock tossing his choice at the woman. The woman didn't seem terribly bothered by this, and a short section of music suggested that the guess had been a good one. Sherlock sighed slightly in relief at this. Choosing a wrong book when this had been his plan would have planted doubt in the minds of those with lesser intellect.

Next was Jim, who presented his choice by throwing it in a high toss that just missed the librarian (who, to her credit, didn't flinch when this happened) and instead landed in her outstretched hands, nearly bouncing out again as she failed to react to it. Her reaction of a screech and unpleasant music suggested that Jim had got the first bad choice. 'Only two to go...'

'Typical,' Sherlock thought, 'that he'd manage to choose the bad one in the most conspicuously random way, to the point that I can't call him out on it.' Obviously the other boy was aware of this too, if his smug grin was anything to go by.

Molly next, bringing her book up to the librarian and flinging it forwards, backing away from it in clear fear of the reaction. True to Sherlock's suspicions the reaction was also for the worse, leaving them with only one more incorrect guess before they lost. Not that that would be a problem, as it was now painfully obvious who the saboteur was. Unless, of course, Jim was as sharp as he was acting, in which case the problem could become more vexing.

Sherlock secretly half-hoped that they would succeed in this task, so that he didn't have to guess to find out.

Greg and John, who had hung about at the back of the group chatting in a conspiring manner punctuated by occasional glances to the other children (especially when the negative reactions took place) and a short, badly muffled fit of giggles, approached quickly and both gave their books to her at the same time. The negative reaction ensued, although whether it was related to the book choice or the placing of two books, Sherlock didn't know. 'Just my luck' He barely withheld a sigh.

"Unfortunates," The Voice sounded, and proceeded to tell them what they all already knew, "You have failed... miserably."

It was also noted that the failing of the task was due to the boy's stunt after all, earning them three irritated glares.

"Right then," John opened the discussion, again disregarding the more official way of voting and opting for the democratic approach, "got any ideas Sherlock?"

Ah, the question that he had wished would never be asked here. 'Ah well, time to talk my way out of embarrassment.'

"Well, the suspicions this time are tied between Molly and Jim." He explained, glancing at each as he spoke. Jim looked even happier to have been mentioned, staring directly into Sherlock's eyes while Molly avoided eye contact and shifted slightly under his gaze. "Both picked out a wrong book, but I thought that their book choosing was odd too. Molly looked nervous, slightly guilty even, as she tried to pick one. Her gaze did seem to linger on her eventual choice quite a bit," Sherlock thought aloud, taking time to recall her actions, "Jim just seemed to be doing it too randomly, like it was a façade designed to fool others into thinking there was no way he could be faking it." He paused here, realising the length his rambling was reaching. "Well, I've presented your evidence." he turned the responsibility towards the others, "you can decide what to make of it."

Despite what he thought was a very good cover up, Jim seemed to have still noticed his indecision.

"If Jim was trying to be obviously fake," Greg ventured, "why would he do it like that? More to the point, how would he do it? Unless he's a pin the tail on the donkey expert or something," at this, a few stifled laughs sounded, "which I highly doubt he is, there's no way for him to have done that accurately." Greg sighed, "Well, I guess it looks like I'm voting for Molly."

No one had anything to add to this statement and so were left with no choice but to also vote for her.

"You have voted for... Molly. I can now reveal that the saboteur was in fact... Jim."

"But... how did you do it?" John asked, incredulous at the idea.

"Well... nobody considered one crucial piece of information about the saboteur did they?" At the confused faces he laughed, "The Voice was helping through the earpiece!"

Sherlock had to try very hard to restrain the face palm threatening to occur as he realised his absolute stupidity. 'Of course its that! What else could it be?' He shot an apologetic look towards Molly as they were herded off to the third location, supposed to be the next layer down in the 'tower'.

"Poor, unfortunate Molly. You're trapped!"