The light from his laptop's screen was giving Mathew Luck a headache. It was two o'clock on Sunday morning. Mathew had spent the previous day and a half researching everything he could about the infamous Artemis Fowl and had come across several interesting things. This in and of itself surprised him. Everyone knew about the Fowls and everyone knew about the family's youngest member. Being a prodigy tends to give a person notoriety. Despite all this there was almost know information Mathew's roommate on the Internet. Artemis Fowl didn't have an online presence. It wasn't that Mathew thought he would be able to friend the young heir on facebook or follow him on twitter, but he had expected to find news articles, TV snippets, conspiracy theories, anything of the sort, mentioning him.

How could everyone know who he is and what he's done if you can't even Google the information?

This was a rather trite thought coming from Mathew, because he had dig much further into the Internet than just the world wide web. It was during this deeper search that Mathew had found the interesting bits. For instance, Mathew had come across and torrented a copy of an underground electronic news zine. It was all basic text. The issue however happened to be 15 years old and it mentioned a 3 year old Artemis Fowl the Second. The article was commenting on the prodigy's resent IQ test results and outlining a modern human hybrid conspiracy. The conspiracy was rubbish; however, it was the date that was interesting. If Artemis Fowl had really been three, 15 years ago, that meant that he should currently be 18. After coming across the old zine Mathew decided to go through old news archives instead of relying on provided search tools. He found old news snippets mentioning the Fowls. They were shadows though. The links were broken, the text, was missing, the files were corrupted, but most of all, the dates were wrong. The dates were missing, the dates didn't match up with surrounding information, or the dates didn't correspond with the additional events mentioned in the headline. He couldn't actually read any of the articles, he could only puzzle out the headlines through there url's and file names.

Now here he was at two o'clock in the morning, not doing his school work but preforming an in depth investigation on his room mate. How quaint…

~Opal's Labyrinth~

Holly stared at the opening in front of her. She looked back at Artemis, who was hurt.

Should I move him? she wondered. CAN I move him? He's so much bigger than me…. I'm going to have to try, I can't leave him here.

Holly walked over to Artemis. She looked down at him; he wasn't conscious anymore.

I need to stop his leg bleeding. she thought.

Holy paused a moment before her eyes stopped on a tear in the seam of Artemis's shirt sleeve.

Oh, obvious.

She ripped the shirt sleeve off and used it to wrap up the wound in Artemis's leg.

~Somewhere else in Opal's Labyrinth~

Artemis Senior and Domovoi Butler were still running in what felt like spirals. The walls of the labyrinth curved around in a seemingly endless pattern. They stopped when the water reached their knees. Both of the men were panting, Butler a little less so than Artemis Senior.

"So, is this also supposed to be a puzzle?" asked Butler. There was a moment of fast paced breathing before a reply came,

"I'm not a physiologist, Butler. This woman is insane." Butler nodded. The water seemed to start rising faster as soon as the insult left his mouth. "Ah! The damned she-devil!" cursed Mr. Fowl. Butler grabbed his employer's arm and started wading through the water faster than before, he had heard something.

~Down aways~

Holly was having enormous difficulty in dragging Fowl through the hall down the spiral and keeping his head above water. The fluid had finally reached her chest and she was having difficulty keeping her breath. When she had originally dragged Artemis away from the room in which he had been shot the door had closed behind her and water had started collecting at her feet. Holly wrenched herself and Artemis forward another step and found herself floundering.

"HELP!" she shouted up the hallway, knowing it would be no use.

"Holly?!" came a shouted reply.

"Yes! Butler is that you? THANK FROND! Get over here now I can't hold Artemis up much longer I'm not TALL ENOUGH!"

Butler, despite the hurry took the time to stare at his employer's face for a moment. He had never seen an expression quite like that on anyone's face before.

"He's alive?" spluttered Artemis Senior. "Arty's Alive!" he shouted moving quicker.

"Damn strait, and if *gasp* one of you doesn't *gasp* get the hell over here…" Butler rounded a corner to find Holly's head under water, her arms trying to lift up the unconscious Artemis Junior. Butler threw Artemis over his broad shoulder before lifting Holly unceremoniously out of the water.

"Please tell me you have a plan, Holly." Butler pleaded.

"You've got to be kidding me Mudman." She spluttered.

"Where did you come from?" asked Mr. Fowl, pointing a shaking finger down the hallway.

"A dead end." shot back Holly.

~OPPS Booth - Haven~

"Well Commander, Sir, you see…" Foaly trailed off at the look on Commander Trouble Kelp's face.

"You mean to tell me my Captain had to go up there because he was sick and now they've been kidnapped!?"

"Yessir."

"Where are they Centaur?" Trouble Kelp's face was beginning to look like a red beet.

"I'm sending the coordinates to you helmet now. The shuttle is already programed." Foaly replied quickly, typing furiously.

"And tell me again why I have a convict and Haven's most powerful Demon Warlock with me?"

"Well, you see, Commander…" Foaly was tugging at his collar again, "Opal is behind the kidnapping." Kelp raised his eyebrows.

"I know how good you are a jumping to conclusions Centaur, how do you know this?" Foaly was still tugging at his collar.

"I heard her before Holly's helmet cut out, trust me it's her. Besides," he continued, "you don't have to jump to conclusions, there's a stepladder."