The Junkyard was in uproar, with every available cat busy searching for the missing Rumpleteazer. Jenny and Skimble were tearing their fur out with worry. Jemima had been thoroughly quizzed by Munkustrap, but there was little she could tell. Augustus and Bernadette stalked over to the silver tabby. "Munkustrap, I think we have to consider the obvious," the tom said. The protector looked at the younger cats. "What do you mean?" Bernadette shifted uneasily. "Jemima said that they were following Mungojerrie and he's disappeared as well. Could he have taken her?" Munkustrap didn't want to consider it, but it was a distinct possibility. He called Jemima over. The red kitten had tears streaking her face and her body was wracked with sobs. "Jemima honey," her father crooned, beckoning to her. The teen threw her arms around his neck. "Listen to me," he said calmly. "I know it's difficult but ... you said you were following Mungojerrie. Is it possible that he was ... was trying to trap you?" The young queen pushed her father away roughly. "Of course not. He's our friend. He loves Rumpleteazer. Why would he want to hurt her?" She was yelling by now. Erik raced over. "What's wrong?" he asked, taking her in his arms and trying to calm her down. "They think Mungojerrie had something to do with it," she hissed. Erik embraced her as Munkustrap looked on. Jemima's faith in the thief didn't help him. He still had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach about the young cat. He had worked for Macavity, that was unavoidable. He claimed that he had not been a henchcat, but they only had his word for that. Munkustrap called over the other protectors. "Mungojerrie is now to be treated as an enemy. Try to capture him is possible." He looked at the shocked faces. "He's disappeared as well and he use to work for Macavity. We have to be cautious." Coricopat shook his head violently. "He's a good cat. Just think of all he has done for the tribe since he joined us. All the medicine and food he has gotten for us. He fought off Macavity three times. He loves Rumpleteazer. He wouldn't betray her." Plato nodded in agreement, but Victor and Alonzo looked uncertain. "We can't be sure he wasn't trying to infiltrate us. I want him brought in alive," Munkustrap snapped. Erik met up with Plato and Exotica. "Have you heard?" he asked. "About what? Rumpleteazer?" the Abyssinian queen asked. "No, Mungojerrie. Munkustrap thinks he might have had a paw in her disappearance. He's ordered that he be captured," Plato sighed. "I don't buy it," Exotica declared. "He was never anything but good to us." "Do you think I like it?" Plato asked. "I know," Erik whispered. "Jemima agrees. She tried to tell her father, but he thinks she's blinded by her friendship." The cats continued the search, but by now they all knew in their heart of hearts that they were not going to find her. Jenny was in consolable, while Skimble just sat there, staring off into the distance. Etcetera, Pouncival and Carbucketty sat with their parents and wept. Jellylorum did her best for them, but nothing helped. Coricopat and Tamoline meanwhile were gathering every cat that had even a scrap of magic. The cats sat around in a circle, paws linked. Demeter looked around nervously. "What are you doing?" the golden queen asked. "We're going to try and locate Rumpleteazer," the male Grimalkin said. We just need you and Jemima to close your eyes and think of Rumpleteazer." The queen nodded, closing her eyes as her daughter followed suit. Tumblebrutus, recently revived and brought up to speed, did the same. Cassandra and Exotica tightly gripped each other's paws and thought as well. These cats, with their touch of magic, provided the power source. Quaxo shuddered, his tailed twitching like a marionette, before he lent his considerable power to the circle. Each cat jumped as if hit with an electric shock, but still they held on. Coricopat glanced at his twin sister, who nodded. It was they who would guide this collection of felines to the spectral plane, and there try and locate the missing queen. It was a difficult and dangerous spell, and before Tumblebrutus displayed his powers there was no way the tribe could have performed it. Quaxo had already tried summoning Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie like he had with Old Deuteronomy, but something was shielding them. The mystical twins closed their eyes, and the world around them dissolved into mist. Tamoline felt like she was floating, suspended far above London. She looked down on the city as if sitting on a cloud, letting her mind wander over its many back streets and alley ways. A voice she recognised as her brother's spoke to her. "Concentrate harder. Think of Rumpleteazer." The queen turned her head to face the voice, only to be confronted by a pale, translucent shadow of her twin that seemed to be made of mist or a light fog. She looked down at her paws, and saw that she was the same. Her brother's voice echoed in her head again. "Think of Rumpleteazer," he said again. She concentrated, dredging up every memory she had of the young queen. She saw in her mind's eye a little kitten, born alone with no litter. She saw the kitten, bigger and fluffier, playing with her parents and cats that she recognised as Plato, Admetus, Tumblebrutus, Bill Bailey, Exotica and Quaxo. Then Rumpleteazer was being carried into the junkyard by another ginger teen, this one a tom. It was the night Mungojerrie had rescued her. She remembered squeals of excitement after Mungo had first asked her out on a date, then the day that he had asked to be her mate. Now she saw the almost fully grown queen dancing at the last Jellicle ball, content in Mungojerrie's arms. "Can you feel the pull?" Coricopat asked. Tamoline nodded. Her spirit was drawn to a street, a dingy alley behind a warehouse in the East End. Her spirit descended into it, followed by Coricopat. A low entrance seemed to glow with ethereal light as the spirit cats approached. But they found that they could go no further, as they were held back as if an invisible wall blocked their path. "More power," Tamoline grunted as they strained. Then, with the strength of eight cats rather than two, they broke through. Their spirits slipped into the hole in the wall. Brutal looking cats with scars and wickedly sharp claws guarded the entrance, but Tamoline and Coricopat stole past them, invisible to all but the most powerful mystical cats. The interior was plush, filled with pillows and sheets. White feathers floated through the air, a generation of ducks slaughtered in the name of comfort. "This is no barracks or prison," Coricopat muttered. "This is ... luxury." Tamoline nodded towards a door that stood ajar. Flowing like fog, the cats drifted through. The corridor that confronted them couldn't be more different from the room they had just left. It was dark, dimly lit by smoke belching candles, and bare earth walls replaced feathered luxury. A lone figure ahead of them turned a corner, but Coricopat and Tamoline still caught sight of a fluffy white tail. "Griddlebone," Coricopat hissed. "Stay focused," his sister breathed. Their invisible, spectral forms sped through the tunnels, eventually reaching a pathetic cat chained to the wall. Tamoline longed to reach out and embrace her friend, but her insubstantial form could touch the prone form of Rumpleteazer. The normally cheery queen looked beaten down. Mud and dirt smeared her fur, she had several raw wounds and one eye was blackened. Griddlebone looked down imperiously at her captive. "I've been more than civil with you, which you have repaid with nothing but insolence and coarse words. Now are you going to tell me what I want to know, or do I have to stop being nice?" Rumpleteazer glared at her, the fire still alight in her eyes. "Go to hell," she snarled. Griddlebone sighed, the older queen shaking her head in despair. "What are you holding out for?" The Jellicles don't know where you are. No one is coming to get you. Or have you forgotten who handed you over?" Rumpleteazer snarled again, straining against her chains. "I don't know what you've done to him, but you will pay for it," the ferocious young cat howled. "Done? We've done nothing to him dear. He was always like this." With that she snapped her fingers. A figure emerged from the gloom behind her. Mungojerrie sneered. "Evening love," he laughed.