Jonah smiled. "Right. I forgot. I always remember you as 'Little Orphan Amy.' "

Amy slapped him.

Jonah rubbed his shoulder. "Look, if I'm going to help you, you gotta be nice to me! This shoulder is insured, remember?"

Amy laughed. "Right, I forgot. Da Wiz. Sorry." The smile vanished off her face. "Can we go now? I really need to figure this out, before the police just arrest me, and the real murderer gets away."

Jonah nodded. "Ok. But, just to let you know, I'm still not fully convinced you're innocent."

Amy frowned. "That's understandable, I mean, I was gone, and I didn't come back until a little while after Sammy was murdered."

Jonah nodded again. His gaze was searching as he looked at Amy, his eyes scrutinizing her face. He sighed heavily, and then stated, "We need to get started. Come back to my room. That's one way to get there."

Amy arched an eyebrow. "One way?" She smiled. "I may be rich, but I don't have fifty ways to get to my control center. That's risky."

Jonah laughed. "Yeah, but when you're Da Wiz, you've also got that figured out. Once I get there, I can touch my fingerprint to the screen and lock all the other exits."

Amy nodded. "Oooh! Techy. Not bad, Jonah, not bad."

Jonah smiled. "I know, I'm amazing."

Amy laughed. "Yeah, but don't talk yourself up too much, or there's going to be a big crash when you fall."

Jonah narrowed his eyes. "Thanks. Thanks a lot, Amy."

Amy smiled, and placed a hand on her chest. "Anytime."

Reaching Jonah's room, Jonah opened the door, but not before glancing around. "I don't want anyone to know about this." He hissed. "And I'm not sure telling you is such a good idea. If you spill . . ." He let his words trail off, letting the unsaid threat's words take its toll.

Amy nodded. She reached out and put a hand on Jonah's shoulder. "I understand." She said, her voice low. "I understand." She sighed, and looked down at the ground.

Her family was so . . . complicated. It wasn't enough that she had five locks on her door, only two of which she locked, that way, if by some slim chance anyone got the key, they would be locking certain locks, while unlocking certain others, and they wouldn't have a clue.

And the fact that they even bothered to think that she would kill her au pair's fiancé was disturbing. She and Nellie were close enough to be sisters.

There wasn't anything Nellie didn't know about her. Why on God's green earth would she kill her sister's husband-to-be?

It just didn't make sense, but she knew why Nellie would suspect her. Why wouldn't she? Amy was a Cahill, after all, and the Cahills were not exactly known for their love of family relationships and trust of each other.

But it still hurt, and more than Amy cared to admit. Brushing these thoughts off, she turned back to the situation at hand. She looked over at Jonah who was muttering to himself.

Jonah looked up, and saw Amy watching him. "Ok. This is going to sound really weird . . ." He said, blushing a deep red, "But, we have to go into the bathroom together," He cringed, "And lock the door."

Amy smiled. "So?"

Jonah pursed his lips. "That's not all. There's a chip in my thigh . . ."

"Oh." Amy said, trying to stay serious. And then laughter, which had been bubbling up, spilled over like a rushing waterfall. She laughed. She laughed so hard she was doubled over, and before she knew what she was saying, she wheezed out, "Who came up with the genius idea to put it there?"

Jonah looked at the ground, and mumbled. "Me. I figured when people look for chips, they look in the side of your hand, or your thumb. It's also a tracking device, which means that if I'm ever kidnapped, and people have tried, then they'll be able to track me."

"Oh." Amy coughed, still laughing at the hilarity of the situation. "I'll turn my back."

Jonah sighed. "That won't work. Basically all the walls are mirrors."

Amy snorted. "Wow. So you can look at yourself peeing. Great, Jonah."

Jonah frowned. "That was not my idea. It was my designer's. He insisted, with a capital I that all famous people had one and I quote, "Needed one too, because they're all the rage." Un-qoute. I still don't get why I said yes."

Amy laughed. "Jonah, you're so . . . so . . . funny."

Jonah sighed. "Thanks. Let's . . . . get this over with?" His voice was questioning.

Amy nodded. "Yes. Let's. I'll look at the ground. If you tell me there's a mirror there too, I don't know what I'll do."

Jonah sighed. "Actually . . . there is."

Amy was horrified. "Jonah!"

"Kidding!" Jonah said, a grin plastered on his face.

Amy smiled. "For once I'm glad to be the object of a practical joke."

Jonah smiled. "Good, now think about that while I take off my pants."

Amy sighed. "Yeah. I'll just stare at the ground."

They went into the bathroom, and Amy counted the tiles until she heard a beep. She continued staring at the ground until Jonah said, "Ok. Let's go."

He was fully dressed (thankfully) and there was a small tunnel in the wall. "Come on." He spoke softly. "Let's go."

Amy nodded, and they stepped into the tunnel. As soon as she was inside, the wall closed behind her, and it was pitch black.

"Jonah?" She hissed. "Did you bring a flashlight or anything?"

There was no answer, but in a second, Jonah was holding up his phone. "Not exactly." He smiled. "I think this will work just as well."

He began walking off in the direction that Amy suspected was the control room. His footsteps thudded in the dull tunnel, and Amy followed, stepping lightly on the stone floor.

After a while, they reached a door, and Jonah sighed again. "I think that this will let me open it without my key card, since I activated the chip at the other end. If not, then I'll have to use the chip again."

Amy nodded. "Ok. This time, though, there's no mirrors."

Jonah slapped her, and tried the door. It swung open.

Amy looked into the room and gasped. Jonah's mouth was wide open, and his face was contorted in a mask of horror.

They spoke the words at the same time.

Hahahahahah! Cliffie! Or . . . my sorry attempt at one.

Sorry.

Yeah, anyway, Scrittore, I'm trying really hard to get this done before, but if its not, you'll forgive me, right? *pleads*

Review, and I'll update. Probably tomorrow, unless my wifi dies. Which would probably happen with my luck.

*totally not trying to bring up the word count by rambling like I did yesterday*

Bye!