Artemis was having similar thoughts to his father's, albeit much more slowly. He had solved the first puzzle, so why was there not door or pathway to the next one? It had been at least a quarter of an hour.

Suddenly a voice was projected into the hallway "Ready MudBoy?" I spoke in gnomish. Artemis didn't get the chance to comprehend Opals question instead the floor beneath him slid away and he felt himself falling. The door slipped shut above him just as quickly. Artemis Senior had had no time to grab his son or to follow him. He stared at the floor in shock for a moment, and then he slammed his fist into it.

"I hope you die! Damned Pixie!"

Present Opal giggled at her monitor. It was good to be on top. She turned and nodded at her doppelgänger, and watched as she left the room. She wished she could help with this bit, but as she had given up her magic she wouldn't be of much use.

Oh well, she thought at least I'm the one who designed and built the equipment. She smiled brightly and watched Fowl Senior on the monitor. He was sitting down with his face resting in the palms of his hands.

Artemis moaned as pain erupted in his back. He had fallen four feet and was now laying in pitch blackness. He did not know the dimensions of the room he was in because he could not see and he did not get up to feel his way around. Although his back hurt he realized that he was beginning to be able to think more clearly. He lay there for a few minutes wondering.

My thought process is still, delayed. He thought. I wonder what will happen next; I haven't the faintest idea what Opal is doing or how it pertains to world domination. He let his mind wander a bit, the momentary clarity slipping away, when suddenly an image popped up in his head. Laptop. MY LAPTOP! Oh I understand now... Artemis rolled to his side, lifting his torso up with his hand. I'm sorry Foaly.

A door that had apparently been in front of him slid open and Artemis gasped as the light it let in blinded him momentarily until his pupils had time to contract. It was enough to send his head spinning.

"Ah! You're looking helpless!" Exclaimed Past Opal happily. She reached down and pulled Artemis up by his collar wrenching part of his shirt out of his belt. He stood next to her hunched over awkwardly, acutely aware of the human pistol aimed at his head. A light switched on illuminating the whole room and the door Opal had come through shut.

"So, we meet again." Artemis's voice cracked halfway through this statement making him sound more terrified than he actually was. Opal just giggled.

"Sit down Fowl." She pointed towards a seat that fitted into a large machine. Artemis knew he had seen a similar set up once before but couldn't immediately pinpoint the memory.

"No, you think that just because you managed to drug me I would become that stupid?" Artemis asked.

"Mmmmm, no, not exactly but I did expect you to recognize a gun pointed at your head when you saw one." Opal rolled her wrist adjusting the pistol's aim.

"If you wanted me dead that quickly you would have done it by now and there would be no use for," His eyes flickered towards the machine. "that."

"Oh, nothing escapes you Fowl! That is really too bad." Opal fired the pistol.

Artemis Senior heard the gun shot and his son's shout below him.

Opal watched as Artemis Fowl the First hit the floor clutching at his left leg in pain. He glared at her from the floor.

"Now will you get in the seat?" She asked pleasantly. Artemis bowed his head, his hair hiding his face. He didn't reply.

Opal again grabbed his collar and dragged him to the seat. At this point Artemis was aware of the toll the drugs Opal had him on were still taking. Although he had regained conciseness and the ability to think clearly, mostly, he was still extremely physically weak and was easily overpowered by the small pixie. He didn't struggle despite the pain it caused him to be thrown in the seat and strapped in. His mind went blank again as red streaks flew across his vision.

"Good bye Artemis Fowl." Opal chimed before hitting a button on the control panel. It was at about this moment that Artemis suddenly remembered where he had seen similar equipment. It was when Foaly had mind wiped him!

NO! She can't! was his last thought before he was staring into two huge chocolate brown eyes.

"Go to sleep Fowl." They said, and so he did.