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[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Should we look for them?" she asked, already standing up.

"I think we should focus on figuring out where we are."

"No, and I don't like it. The place is usually pretty empty, but not like this."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I'm debating that one, myself."

"We're in a forest with no way to go but forward. Anything I left out?"

"Definitely something up. We should have gone back for the others. They'd have been able to get in there probably."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Let's go see if they haven't gotten themselves killed yet."

"No," he sighed, deflated.

"Do we go back now?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He chuckled. "Good idea."

"Then no point speculating, really."

"If you like."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Do you remember which way they went?"

"It was an effort at conversation."

"How helpful," he said, not without sarcasm in his voice.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I wasn't really paying attention," he mumbled.

"One that wouldn't have gotten us anywhere."

"Well, you're the man with the plan, no?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Uh, maybe that way?" she asked, turning to look south.

"My bad."

"You're supposed to be my right-hand man."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He nodded. "Good start."

"Don't worry about it."

He grinned. "That's me, and I take that role seriously."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Let's go then," she said with a shrug and started walking.

He nodded and scratched his neck nervously.

"It doesn't seem like it," he muttered in reply, stepping into the hallway.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He god up and started following her. "What if they get back and we're gone?"

She sighed. "There's something that's bothering me about these woods."

"Well, I'm just keeping all our options in mind."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She paused. "Um.. I didn't consider that one."

"Only something?" he asked and shuddered, "How about everything."

"You do that."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"They'll probably be a while. Maybe pin a note to a tree?"

She nodded. "Well, more like something I can't quite place. There's something off. I thought I could tell when we first got here, but now my senses have gotten... used to it?" A sigh. "It's weird."

"Don't mind if I do."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"How mysterious, but okay."

"Is it your sixth sense kicking in?" he teased.

He nodded and listened for Tom, then walked down the hall. He slowed down in front of several doors, shaking his head and passing them when they didn't seem to be the right ones.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He shrugged. "I couldn't think of anything else."

"I have at least eight senses," she replied, grinning.

"I feel like we passed it," he whispered.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"It's as good a plan as any. I doubt my phone has service here."

He laughed once. "Of course."

"Why do you say that?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Yeah, probably not."

"It's true, I swear."

"I don't know."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

Ray nodded and poofed a piece of paper into her hand. She scribbled a hasty note and stuck it to a nearby tree. "That should work."

"Should I believe you?"

"Jesus, Peter, when I asked you to be helpful ..." Edward muttered and froze. A black cat sat calmly at the end of the hallway, staring straight at them.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Perfect. Let's go."

"I'm not going to tell you what to believe."

"It was just a - oh."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She nodded and continued walking in the direction they had started.

"Fair enough."

"Shit."
The cat swished its tail, silent.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"What do you think they're up to?"

"I think so."

Peter on the other hand, smiled. "Hello."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"They're probably lost. What do you think?"

"So what are your eight senses saying, then?"

The cat straightened and slowly padded over to them, eyes not moving away.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Yeah, probably."

"That we're being pushed in a certain direction."

Peter would have bent down to stroke the cat's fur, but felt it would be inappropriate.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Great. What if we get lost?"

"By what?"

The cat was gone in a puff of smoke and Morgana now stood in front of them, her expression unreadable.
"Did you seriously think you could get in here without being detected?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"We'll be able to get back home at the very least."

"Whatever made the path disappear."

He grinned. "That was the whole point. I couldn't, in good honor, leave that conversation open ended."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"That's true."

"Right," he sighed.

"I'll take you to him," she said lightly, ignoring Peter's statement. She looked at Edward, lips pursed, "But don't expect to get him so easily from me."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Which is good."

The path took another curve. "I think it's just doing this on purpose."

Told you we should have brought the others, Peter thought at Ed, biting his lip.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"And by home you mean ..?"

"To spite us?"

Edward shot a glare at Peter when Morgana turned her back on them and started walking back down the hallway from where she came.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He grinned. "Not here."

"Something."

Peter decided to follow, giving Ed a shrug.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She nodded and smiled. "Right."

"It just gets worse by the minute."

Morgana stopped in front of a blank wall and held her hand up. She muttered something under her breath and a door materialized in front of her. She opened it without a word and led them inside.
They entered a small, nondescript room. In the corner of the room was a steel chair, upon which Tom was seated. He had his head tilted over the back of the chair, seemingly unconscious.

Edward's eyebrows furrowed when he smelled blood. "What did you--"

"Now, now, Edward, I wouldn't be so cruel as to touch him," Morgana replied with a wave of her hand, "But I can't say the same for the workers I sent to pick the boy up."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I don't even know anymore, really," he murmured. "About where home would be."

"Sorry."

"What did you do to him?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She sighed. "We travel so much, huh?"

"Why are you apologizing?"

Tom let out a low groan and his head fell forward, chin hitting his chest. He sported a fresh black eye and a thin gash across his nose and cheek was stained with blood.
"There was a bit of a fight, from what I was told," Morgana murmured, moving closer to Tom. She ran her fingers through his hair lightly but he barely registered it.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"We really do."

"Not sure. Seemed appropriate."

"A bit of a fight," he repeated, frowning.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I guess it's fun; when we're not about to die."

"You don't have to."

"What do you want, Morgana?" Edward asked, eyes locked on Tom.
"You know what I want," she replied simply.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Oh yeah, lots."

"Okay, that's fair."

"I don't seem to be up to speed on this bit of information."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She laughed a little. "I don't regret any of it, you know?" she said after a moment.

He nodded and looked around, nervous again. "Where the hell are we even going .."

"She wants James and I to work for her again," Edward explains. Morgana smiles and pulls away from Tom.
"You two were my best employees."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Nah, neither do I."

"No way of knowing, unfortunately. Maybe the path just circles around itself and we'll be back at the start."

"Oh, that."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I still don't want to be in this forest, though."

"Hopefully."

"I'm sure there are others who are just as capable," Edward grumbled.
Morgana laughed. "Yes, but you two know too much already."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Yeah," he murmured. "Yeah, I agree with you there."

She laughed. "Probably not."

Peter just looked between the two of them, his mouth forming a tight line, the better that he didn't say anything that would make it worse.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"How far did they even walk?"

"Let's not lose hope," he said, though his voice carried little to no trace of it.

"Hm," Morgana mumbled and pressed her fingers against the cut on Tom's face, earning her a hiss from the mostly-unconscious boy. "It's a shame."
Edward tensed. "Don't do that," he murmured, wary.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"I don't know. It can't have been that long since they left."

"If we're perpetuating sentiment to keep the nasties away, I agree with you." It was half a joke, really.

"Morgana," Peter finally spoke up, grinning lazily. "Dear. Don't you think persuasion by intimidation is a bit of an... old technique?"

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Yeah, but I lost track of time."

"Whatever the nasties are .."

She looked at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time since the two of them showed up. There was a strange glint in her eye, but there was a frown on her lips now. "It seems to be effective, though," she said and flicked her eyes towards Edward.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

He grinned. "Me too."

"I hope we don't have to find out."

"Nah," he replied, shaking his head. "He's playing your game. You know if you kill this innocent kid, your two favorite pets won't ever come back. He knows that you know." A shrug.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

She laughed behind her hand and shook her head. "It's your fault."

"Me too."

"So what do you suggest I do, then?" she asked, finger going back to trace the cut.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"My fault? Can't be."

She took a deep breath as the bend in the path evened out again.

"Let the boy go."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"You're too distracting."

"Is this a good sign."

"And what do I get?"

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"So are you!"

"Not sure yet."

"A different demand."

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"Highly unlikely."

"This is killing me."

"I only want one thing."

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"Not even close."

"Well, it doesn't show, so you should be fine."

"And it's not me, is it?" he asked with a small smile.

[Just Plain Ray, Cause it's nine in the afternoon...]

"I choose not to believe you."

"It's taken years to work on my poker face."

She stiffened and drew back from Tom. "What was that," she hissed, looking sidelong at Peter.

[Michelle, Where's your sense of adventure?]

"That would be unwise."

She laughed. "I'm impressed by that smooth pop culture reference there."

"Oh, come on," he said, taking a step closer. "I was with you not too long ago. Have you forgotten?"