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It took Lewis awhile to get out of bed that morning. It took him even longer to gather up the courage to leave his house.

Looking at the marina in front of him, Lewis stopped and stood there trembling. Someone—or rather something—might be waiting to terrorise him again. It had traumatized him deeply, since he had run home without stopping right after he found Emma's broken locket, which was still placed in the pocket of his trousers. From that moment, Lewis knew he was no longer safe. Rikki, Bella, and Cleo were certainly not safe if somebody knew their secret—and clearly wanted to prove it with all of the pictures and evidence they had compiled.

Nothing seemed to put him at ease. No matter how much he thought about it tossing and turning the other night, not a single thing made sense. There were no logical explanations for the matter to make him feel better. The only thing he did have figured out was that someone was after him. And Rikki, Bella, and Emma. And Cleo. His Cleo.

"Should I tell her?" Lewis asked himself. After all, most of the chaos concerned them and their secret. Dozens of pictures were printed and could have been given to anybody. The three of them could be exposed in minutes, which worried him sick. And Emma. What was he supposed to tell Rikki and Cleo about Emma? He knew she could be in danger; just by seeing the locket ominously placed at the bottom of the box proved his theory. With all of this in mind, Lewis decided to keep everything under wraps for now. Having Cleo, Rikki, and Bella worrying about the unknown would be too much on them. Especially with the little information they have to go off of. Perhaps waiting longer would give him time to find out more.

Sighing longingly, he focused back on the marina. Despite wanting to avoid it as much as he possibly could, Lewis knew he had to return to his boat. Eyeing over the docks, some of the fishing boats were coming back from their rounds, giving him a greater feeling of security. There was less chance of an attack or something being on his boat. Even so, he folded his hands together and closed his eyes. "Please don't let anything be there… please don't let anything be there…"

Taking a step forward, he heard the boards creak under him. Stepping onto it with such precaution felt as if he were walking on glass. Slowly getting closer towards his boat, however, felt like he was walking to his own grave. Almost if he was asking for death, leading himself right towards the inevitable. Anything would be better than wondering if something was waiting for him. With every step Lewis felt his heart racing faster. Soon, he saw the post where he docked his boat. Only a larger boat blocked his view. The suspense and anxiety was killing him. He secretly wished for death instead.

Lewis took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and took two steps forward. He stood there for a long time with his eyes closed. Finally, he opened them and he froze in fear. Lewis let out a small cry.

Two boxes, one large and the other small, were waiting for him.

Stepping into his boat, Lewis felt either crying or throwing them into the ocean. After sitting down, he realised that maybe both were a good option. Yet he sighed, knowing that he had to open the boxes for Rikki, Bella, Cleo, and Emma's sake. He needed to know what—or who they were up against.

He decided to take the larger box first, which was an ordinary brown color. It was taped shut and again read in large bold letters: LEWIS. Opening the box with shaky hands, he breathed slowly, trying to maintain some form of composure. He felt chills roll up and down his spine with panic. Finally, not able to take it anymore, he viciously opened the box to find a piece of paper that read:

Thought you and your little friends have seen the last of me? Think again. You can't get rid of me, Lewis. Not this time.

Below the note, he found even more pictures of Rikki, Bella, and Cleo in the moonpool with tails. Going further into the box, he discovered a few pictures of him just from the other day. Lewis' face whitened. It was pictures of him dumping the pictures in the ocean and holding Emma's locket. His head whirled around, looking in all directions. Could this person be watching him right now?

"Calm down." Lewis told himself, brushing the idea off of him. He knew he had to remain calm in order to not draw attention to himself.

Pushing the larger box aside, Lewis stared at the smaller box, which was wrapped perfectly like a gift. The paper was white with light blue snowflakes. On top was small white bow. "Emma?" He whispered, realizing there may be a connection between her and the white paper and snowflakes. Unwrapping the box carefully, Lewis pushed the paper and bow aside, wondering what could possibly be inside. Slowly, he opened the box and looked inside.

Suddenly, he gasped, averting his eyes from what was inside the box. Fear had paralyzed him once again and felt his heart pound with alarm. Mustering up all of his courage, he put his hand in the box and looked like he was going to be ill. Suddenly, he took his hand out and saw it covered in a dark red liquid.

He looked at his hands, now shaking uncontrollably, in horror. Quickly, Lewis threw everything into the large box and packed up in seconds. He hopped out of the boat quickly and took a look back to ensure he had everything. And with that, Lewis ran off, wanting to leave right then. The threat was real and was literally out for blood. That's what feared him the most. And what was inside the box proved that in an instant.

Scales covered in fresh blood.

"I just don't get it." Cleo stirred her juice with her straw. "Emma and those messages… she should be here by now!" She, Rikki, Bella, and Will were at the café, sitting in one of the booths.

"It has to be some sort of error with the dates. I'm sure it's nothing." Will reassured, his arm around Bella.

"Well, a message saying help doesn't exactly sound like nothing." Rikki retorted.

"Look, I know it looks bad, but there has to be some sort of explanation to this." Bella replied calmly.

Cleo disregarded Bella and Will's comforting. "Come to think of it, Rikki, we haven't heard from Em in a while."

"Surely if there was a problem, she would have told you." Will tried again.

"And maybe she was trying to tell us with the text message!" Rikki snapped, slamming her fist on the table, which shook some of the drinks.

"I'm just so worried about her." Cleo buried her face into her hands. "It's not like her at all."

"Cleo," Bella started, "everything is fine with Emma. I'm sure it's all a massive misunderstanding or something." She gave her an assuring look. "I was there with you when you got the texts. I know it's really scary. But wouldn't you have heard something by now if this really was real?"

Rikki sighed. "I don't know. Emma's smart, so she wouldn't let us on like that unless something was really wrong."

Cleo still refused to listen. "I'm gonna call her." Dialing Emma's contact quickly, she waited for the first ring. She put in on speaker as well, so that the rest of them could hear it. However, an intercept message came up and replied, "Your call cannot be connected or is no longer in service. Please check the number or try again later."

Locking her phone shut, Cleo remained silent and slumped back into the booth. Rikki, on the other hand, came back again at Will. "That can't be a coincidence can it, Will?"

"He's only trying to help." Bella defended him.

"Bella! One of my best friends might be in trouble. This is not the time!" Rikki snapped.

She looked at her with a hurt expression. "And I'm not?"

Taking a deep breath, Rikki replied calmly. "Of course you are, Bella. That's—it's not what I meant. I'm just really worried about Emma. I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way."

Bella smiled. "Rikki, was that an apology?"

"Yeh, yeh, yeh." Rikki smiled back, taking a sip of her drink. She looked across at Will. "And I suppose I'm sorry too."

He nodded. "No worries."

"And it's not like we're not worried." Bella said. "We are. It's just that you guys can't jump to conclusions just yet."

"Just yet." Cleo mocked on the verge of tears. "Her number has been disconnected and we last heard from her with a cryptic message. This means something is up." She choked up on her words. "And—and I really want to know what."

Silence filled the table. Suddenly, the beaded door to the café rustled and Lewis ran in, completely out of breath. As soon as he saw Cleo and their friends, he was flooded with relief. But as soon as he realised he still had the boxes with the pictures and scales, he felt his face lose colour.

"Yikes. What happened to you?" Rikki teased. "Looks like you've been running from a ghost!"

Lewis managed a small smile, knowing that she was right to an extent. But he knew he couldn't lead them on.

"So, what's in the boxes?" Will asked as Lewis put them on the ground before he sat down.

"Uh…" Lewis had to think for a moment. Gulping nervously, he managed to say, "Only some new bait." To his luck, the group believed his story for now.

"Lewis!" Cleo finally managed to smile. "I'm so happy you're here. We need to tell you something."

Carefully, Lewis sat down to hear the apparent news. He waited for Cleo to tell him herself, but he noticed she looked very emotional. Instead, Rikki told him. "Lewis," she began gently, "we think that something's happened to Emma."

He sat there blindsided. Something has happened to Emma. Panicking in silence, he debated on whether or not to tell them that someone had given him Emma's locket. And knew their secret. However, he just said a simple "What?"

"We're really not sure yet, but we got a text from Emma yesterday—" Bella stopped at the sound of an engine roaring and cheers from Zane's office. She turned her attention towards Rikki, who seemed quite agitated over the noise coming from his office. In a huff, Rikki got up and headed towards Zane's office.

"Rikki, wait!" They called after her, but she had already burst through the office.

"We're trying to have a conversation here, Zane. A very important one might I add." Rikki stormed in and stood right in front of the television set, where Zane was playing a racing game.

"Great. And how do I fit into all of this?" Zane asked, trying to look past Rikki and concentrate on the game.

"You turn off the game and I'm happy." She smirked.

"Still no." He copied the same smirk on her face. "I am five laps away from winning this racing cup, so just give me one—"

"Zane," Rikki said simply. "Turn off the game now. Or I will happily break it for you."

"Rikki…"

"I don't know why I'm being nice, considering the situation, but I'll say it again."

"But I'm so close—" Rikki stared him down. "But—" She blinked at him. "Oh, fine. You win." He took the remote and disconnected the game. The news came on instead.

"Can we come in now?" Bella opened the door as Rikki nodded. The four of them filed in the room.

"Alright. So what was so important that you were talking about?" Zane asked.

"It's about Emma." Rikki began.

"We think something's happened to her." Cleo added with a small sniffle.

"Emma?" Zane questioned. "Why would she—"

The enlarged bolded words BREAKING NEWS flashed across the television screen. Everyone's attention was immediately directed at the screen. A devastating headline flashed across the television, causing gasps to echo through the room.

Australian Teen Emma Gilbert Missing in London