Okay, I'm not going to lie.

I don't know what the fudgecake this chapter is on about.

It's quite random..

On the plus side, there's only one more past chapter after this! The next chapter set in the past will basically be how they get to the forest, and then it's present from then on!

TheAsgardianShadowhunter: Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum mon Shazpops. I like cookies. I also like sarcasm. Give me sarcastic cookies and then it's a dream..

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Smirks-Classified: Do I detect a hint of ego? Hey! I'm not a sir! I'm all woman baby.. ;) No, jk. I'm not even a woman. Yet. I'm a female, I'm a girl. Well, last time I checked I was anyway. That sounded weird. I'm gonna stop now..

Bunnyswag101: Not gonna lie, that is an awesome name. Well, Miss/Mr(I would assume you're a girl, because pretty much everyone reading this is, but I wouldn't want to be sexist...) B. Swag101, you'll just have to find out won't you! Mwuahaha. ;)

Zach-Goode' : The cabbages will never win! NEVER! Oh, and yeah.. Cammie..

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Less than a week ago Cammie's P.O.V.

*Casual recap*

"WE NEED TO HAVE A BREAK." I shouted at Zach, "AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE KIT KAT'S!" I flounced into the Disney store and started to look at the Ariel dolls, when suddenly from down my coms I heard a man's deep voice. "You're next."

Onwards my friends! To the chapter!

A hand was pressed onto my shoulder, a hand that was connected to the man that just so happened to be the voice in my coms.

All the while I was just stood there thinking.

I'm next? Next what?

Next in the queue?

I decided to play dumb. "Oh, sorry sir I'm just browsing." I replied, pulling a pair of Minnie Mouse ears off of the rack.

"Do you think these suit me?"

I saw the man give me a puzzled look, so I put the ears down.

"You… You're Cameron Morgan?" I could tell he was new to this, now I see him I can tell that he's not really a man at all, maybe only twenty two or twenty three. Hmm..

"Nope, sorry dude. The name's Ludwig, Hania Ludwig."

I tried to pull off a casual James Bond greeting, but to be honest I don't think it really worked. The guy looked confused again, so I decided to try and put him at ease.

"So, what's your name?"

"Oh. Erm… John." He replied cautiously.

From what I could see, 'John' had two sets of coms on, one was clearly Liz's from earlier, and one was his own. I heard some hissing down his own set, and he started to look stressed.

"Yeah, but Marco sh-" He stopped for a moment.

"She says she's not Cameron."

More hissing came from the line.

"What do you mean why would she have the coms? Of course she… Oh yeah…"

The hissing from the coms stopped as he turned to face me. The grip on my shoulder grew tighter.

"So, Cameron Morgan eh?" I put a bored expression on my face and motioned for him to continue. "D'ya know what liars get Cameron?"

I tried to think of some creatively witty response to this, but at that moment in time my brain decided to fail me.

I shook my head.

"Liars get punished." He finished.

Okay, I'm not going to lie, I laughed at this.

"Dude, that was probably about the most clichéy thing I have ever heard. You really need to work on your lines."

He scowled at me and dug his fingers into my shoulder blade, but I still wasn't finished.

"I mean, is this how you pick up girls? You corner them in Disney stores and start spurting clichés? No wait. I bet I could think of some pick up line you use in clubs… Ooh! How about this one! Excus-"

He shook me and I stopped talking. "Listen Cameron, you've got a smart mouth alright, but you're gonna need more than just that to get out of this one."

I raised my eyebrow at him and he continued. "We have got all of them. Everyone here at your little bonding exercise today, and even managed to pick up your beloved teacher back at your school. He was slightly harder to corner than you lot I have to admit, but she always said he would be."

I glared at him. "Who the hell are you?"

He smirked at me, but it didn't quite have the same effect as when Zach did it.

Not that it had an effect when Zach did it...

"I'm part of the CIA babe."

Excuse me?

Did he just call me babe?

Ew.

"Yeah, and I'm Lindsey Lohan, now who ar-"

"Ohmigosh! You're like, Lindsey Lohan?"

I was interrupted by a checkout girl running over to me with a red pen and a bit of paper.

"Oh wow! This is like, such an honour. Would you sign this for me?"

I stared at her. Was she joking?

I looked at John to see what he had made of this.

He may be some crazy evil psycho that's kidnapped my friends but clearly he didn't plan this.

At that moment he was wearing the same incredulous expression as me.

Is she serious?

We both looked at each other and shrugged. Ah well, might as well not burst the girls bubble. I quickly signed the paper and she went back to the checkout.

"Anyway, who the hell are you really?"

I demanded, getting back to the original topic. His smirk replaced the previous expression on his face.

"I actually was in the CIA. I'm just not anymore." He replied.

"Oh I see, too mainstream for you?"

He gripped the material of my top and pulled me towards him. "Do you know Zachary Goode?"

Unfortunately yes.

"The Zachary Goode?" I gasped.

"The Zachary Goode." He finished.

"No."I replied.

His grip on my top tightened.

I was being raised off the floor slightly, and it was starting to hurt.

With checkout girl obsessing over the fake Lindsey Lohan signature (I don't even look like her…) and Zach somewhere else in the mall, I knew I only had myself to get me out of this mess.

I swung my feet forward and kicked his shin, hard.

He swore and let go of me.

I quickly turned around and grabbed a sleeping beauty doll from the display beside me. John stopped hopping around and looked up, just in time for me to jab the foot off the doll in his eye.

I now understand why this is for kids aged 3 plus…

Crying out in pain, he swung a punch at my abdomen, which I quickly dodged, dropping my… Weapon… In the process.

I tried to make my way towards the exit, but another man came storming through.

Startled, I quickly made my way backwards but stumbled into a rack of T-shirts in my haste.

I was screwed.

The two men cornered me, walking towards me slowly and cautiously.

(Well, John kind of limped over cautiously…)

The two heads loomed over me and 'guy-who's-name-I-do-not-yet-know' started to pull out a gun. "You know Cammie, you can stop all of this." He started.

"Come with us and we'll let your friends go… Well with some memory tea anyway." He laughed.

Oh, hilarious.

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by.. Well.. I'm not really too sure what it was. It sounded slightly like a jungle call.

"Ohh! Oh-eeeeee-eeeee-ohh!"

A sort of Tarzan call.

Something quickly flew past my vision and knocked both John and whatshisname to the ground. They smacked their heads on the hard floor and immediately fell unconscious. I looked towards my saviour.

Zach stood there clutching a large fake vine that was attached to the ceiling in the Tarzan exhibit that I had fallen into.

The vine was meant for little kids to swing on.

He was grinning at me, and I couldn't help but laugh at his expression.

"I never stuck you as a Tarzan sort of guy." I said. "

Ahh." He nodded. "That's where you're wrong." He laughed. "Tarzan's my middle name."

I stared at him, but he looked quite serious.

"Whatever." I replied, "And thanks, but what should we do about these two?" I asked gesturing to the two guys that lay sprawled out on the floor. "Somehow I don't think the cops will do much good for them."

He nodded. "Yeah, but do you have a cell phone with the CIA's number in it?" He asked.

"Nope." I replied. "I don't even have a cell phone." I added on.

"Neither do I." He admitted.

"But she does."

He gestured towards the checkout girl gushing on her phone about something or other, clearly not having noticed all the crazy things going on in her shop.

We walked over to her as she was hanging up the phone.

"Lindsey!" She cried. Zach looked at me, confused.

"I… Uh... It's a long story."

I know guys.. It was random. But I am random, and so is this... ;)