Hey, Butterflies! I'm back with Chapter 5! Just so you know, my move is approaching quickly, so I go MIA for a while, that's why. I promise that I'll be back soon, though, Anyways, here's Chapter 5: Maybe

Disclaimer: The Secret Saturdays belongs to Jay Stephens.

Trigger Warning: Suicidal dreams mentioned in the first paragraph;

I wake to the feeling of something sitting on my chest. I glance around, or at least try to, but Komodo is sitting on me. I nudge him off and try to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, I can't go back to sleep, so I get up and walk around, careful not to wake anyone else. My dream lingers in my mind, haunting me in a way. I had dreamed I was on top of an office building. It was a sunny day, and the wind was blowing; I was alone. I had glance around me, as if looking for someone, before taking several strides back. I took a running start and leaped. The fall had been vivid, and although I saw myself hit the ground, I never actually felt it. It had scared me, and Komodo's sitting on my chest hadn't help.

I find myself outside the library in the house. The room itself is rather empty since most of the Saturdays' books were destroyed by the Fiskerton bots, and the Saturdays have not yet had the motivation to replace them. From what I can tell, Drew was the person who used the library the most, so it seems fitting that she would have been the one to restore it. For now, though, it is the place where our current closest secret is being hidden. I open the door and feel the cold air hit me in the face. I creep into the room and prepare to feel around for a light switch. To my surprise, however, the lights are already turned on. Carefully, I venture further and further into the library. Soon, I lay eyes on the cause for the lights being turned on. It's Doc, with Fisk and Zon. They are all staring at the object resting in a display case. I swear I see tears streaming down Doc's face.

Silently, I join them, and wrap my arm around Doc's shoulders to comfort him. He smiles weakly but doesn't say a word. I glance at the object. It's her firesword alright. Four months after her death, and here is the weapon we thought was vaporized with her. I can't bring myself to look at it any longer. None of this makes any sense. I saw, we all saw, Drew's firesword vaporized just moments before she was. How, then, is this weapon able to be in solid form before us? Why was it in the Secret Scientist museum? Did I miss something? Was Drew- no. She was, and this clearly isn't her sword. It's a fake. Or maybe it is her sword, and the one she was using the day she died was fake. I don't know, but it makes my head hurt just trying to sort it all out. I give Doc a quick, comforting squeeze before I make my way back to my room. On the way out of the library, I swear I hear Doc whisper a thank you. But maybe I just imaged it.

I don't make it back to my room. Instead I camp out on the couch in the living room.

I dream of horrific things. I dream of myself dying, and I dream that I am forever running from a monster that surrounds me. When I wake between each nightmare, I am covered in sweat. What is happening to me?

The letter smacks me in the face. I move it, open one eye, and glare at the person who threw it at me; it was Fisk. I sit up, not realizing I had fallen asleep on the couch again. The blankets slide off, as I open the envelope. That's when I notice that all the others are watching me. I unfold the letter and begin to read it.

Dear Miss Van Rook/Saturday December 9

I applaud you and your family in your success in finding Dr. Saturday's firesword. I hate to admit, though, that I did believe you would find it, nor did I rather you find it. Alas, you did, so I will stay true to my word. Also, regarding your plea for more time. My answer is no, and since you did not need it, that only further justifies my answer. Regardless, here is your next clue. You have two days from the time you read this. Good luck.

Born of the same, yet barely knew. Find this clue, and you will be closer to Dr. Saturday.

Sincerely,

Anonymous

The others nod intently as I close the letter. They appear to be thinking what I am thinking. How in the world are we going to find Doyle? He could be anywhere. Stars, I don't think we've seen him since we had Drew's memorial. If I recall correctly, he stayed for the memorial service, said goodbye to each of us, and left. The poor thing. He lost his family as a child, was raised in various orphanages, found his sister and her family, lost his former mentor, then had me show up as a living reminder of his hurt, and finally he lost his sister. And all in the span of two years. It's no wonder he left. He probably needed to clear his head and find some way to move on with this life. Stars, he is not going to like us trying to find him, then.

Later, after everyone has settled down for the night, I make my way to the computer room in the house, as stealthily as I can. Making sure no one is around, I close the door and turn on the lights. Then I approach the computer and turn it on. Using a few tips from Zak, I am able to bypass most of the security measures in the way and access the list of contacts in the system. I scroll through the list of scientists I once considered both friends and enemies until I reach the three names I am looking for; I linger on Mom's name, contemplating if I should send her a message or not. I choose not to, and go back to the names I need. I send each one a message before shutting down the computer and returning to my room. I know that, despite the Saturdays' impressive technology, we can't find Doyle alone. We're going to need help, and that's just what I've done.

Back in my room, I stare up at the ceiling above my bed. I really wish I had both my mothers right now. I could really talk to one of them right now.

So that's the end of Chapter 5! I hope you all enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so much! Don't forget to follow, favorite, and review!