"Dan?"

"Natalie?"

"Ian?"

"Amy?"

"Is this your hand, Dan?"

"No, it's my foot!'"

"Then this must be your hand!"
"Actually, that's my hair, I would appreciate if you would release it!"

"What's going on, you guys?"

"You tell me!"

"Amy! Amy, look at this: You, me, Ian, Natalie…but where's Jake?"

Silence. Okay, what the heck was happening? One second Dan and I were on the verge of uncovering something important, when a man the size of Russia (and trust me when I say Russia is HUGE) comes and throws each of us over his shoulder and into…a van?

"Are we in a van?" asked Dan, performing mind telepathy in the dark.

"I have no idea," said Natalie. "Ian, you should check this out, because I can feel I draft coming from over here. I don't think this is a van. They're not usually this long and...wide, are they?"

Okay, I had to hand it to her. That girl was pretty smart.

"Ian," she added, "perhaps you should go that way with, ah, Amy, while Dan and I wait here?"

Scratch that. She had as much brain as Dan's littlest toenail.

Ian looked at me and even in the dark I could feel his dark eyes piercing me. I felt uncomfortably hot as I followed him into the unending darkness.

Of all the places I could have been in and all the people I could have been with in London, I never expected to walk down a long, black, cold tunnel with a certain Ian Kabra.

"Where are we?"I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"That's what I'd like to know," he said, looking straight ahead.

My eyes had gotten more adjusted to the darkness. I couldn't understand what Ian was looking at. His dark eyes, a rich dark chocolate, gave away no emotions. His face remained a poker face. Yet I could see he wasn't exactly happy. Well, no duh, who could be happy if they were in this situation?

Ian ran his hair through his usually perfect hair, tousling it more than it already was. I wanted to tousle it even more, to run my own hands through it, to see if it actually was as silky as-

AARGH! What the hell am I saying? I'm not falling for Ian Kabra. I don't even like him.

But lately even I can't convince that to myself.

It had been pretty quiet for a while. I turned to look at Ian, only to find him watching me intently. I blushed.

"What are you thinking of?" he asked.

Well, I sure couldn't tell him about any, um, internal battles concerning me and his hair, so I told him the next best thing. "About what an awkward situation this is. I mean," I added quickly, hoping he wouldn't misinterpret what I meant, "four years ago, I would never have even thought about working with you to help us both, you know?" I waited for him to laugh, or respond back sarcastically, or, well, anything other than what he actually said.

"Are you sure about that?"

It took me a minute to get it. But when I did, I felt like…an ice cube. Icy cold and slowly melting.

"I-I…you don't…didn't…you d-didn't have to bring that up," I whispered. Korea? Alistair? Gold? Oh, Ian Kabra, you are an idiot…

"Amy, I don't know why I didn't tell you before…I can't even apologize…oh, why did I have to…," he didn't continue.

"Have to what, Ian?" I asked. I hate when i can't solve things. Why couldn't he just tell me?

His perfect lips opened, and he looked so lost in despair, I just wanted to comfort him. But…it was like calming down a small child who wouldn't talk to you. No matter what you did, you couldn't comfort him, because you didn't know what he wanted.

"Ian…," I began. Then stopped. "Okay, is it just me or is the air a little bit cooler than before?"

He nodded, temporarily forgetting what was going on. "And…can't you see better than before? Do you think we're-

"Outside, yeah, we-

"Better tell Natalie and Dan, right, because-

"we could escape from wherever the heck we are-

"Not to mention stop them from, ah, whatever they happen to be doing-

"EW! Do not even think of that! My brother, and the Prada-carrying princess? Um, no."

"Yes, well, I don't exactly want my sister making out with a guy who is training to become a ninja!"

"At least Dan has a brain."

"At least Natalie has a life."

"You can't live you're life without a brain."

"What's the point of a brain without a life?"

"Aarghhh, you are so frustrating!"

"Yes, I am charming like that…"

And we went back down the long, dark tunnel, once again, bickering as though memories of Korea had never resurfaced.