A/N: (Whistles innocently) Did I say I was really sorry about not updating this? Because I am. Really, really sorry. Anyways, now this my inspiration has sort of come back, here’s the new chapter! I don’t own TWT (through I do have all the episodes on DVD) and MTR (but I have that one my iPod and DVD too.) Enjoy!

The lights flipped back on and the first thing I noticed was that Cornelius was nowhere in sight. Everyone stood still and shaken.

“Mom…?” Wilbur was the first to speak. The woman who I guessed was Cornelius’ wife shushed Wilbur and walked over to him quickly. She leaned down to his level and spoke to him quietly and anxiously. A hand squeezed my shoulder. I turned around and saw Jodie.

“What – what just happened?” she whispered, her eyes wide. Before I could answer, Mrs. Robinson ended her conversation with Wilbur, who looked even more terrified now, and spoke to everyone. Her voice trembled as she did and I knew something very wrong was going on.

“Carl, bring the kids to the lower level. I need to make a few phone calls. I’m not sure what just happened, but I’ve got a terrible idea of who’s behind it. If everyone will just go back to their rooms, this will hopefully be sorted out.”

Everything went by in a blur. I honestly didn’t realize Jodie was gripping my hand tightly as the eight of us were ushered three levels downstairs and brought into a plain room with games, a huge screen up against one of the blue walls, and a few couches and chairs.

“Someone kidnapped him. Someone kidnapped… me,” Lewis muttered, sitting still in one of the large chairs. Well, we had figured that out already. But why?

“Why do these things always happen to us?” Fred snorted. “No Book, Samantha’s memory had already been wiped and restored somehow, we’re stuck here and…”

His next words, “the founder of the future is missing,” trailed off after he noticed we were all glaring at him.

“Fred, this is serious,” Freddi shot back at him, being the only one who could possibly talk some sense into him. “You’ve seen what happens when someone messes with time – that could be exactly what’s happening here.”

“Whoa, wait, no. Mr. Robinson has only been kidnapped… possibly,” Carl said worriedly. “The time machines are…”

His sentence was interrupted by the ceiling intercom – Mrs. Robinson’s anxious voice rung out, silencing us all.

“Stay down there. The time machines – both of them – are gone.”

The ringing in my ears was so loud I thought I would soon go deaf. What a coincidence, huh?

“Hey,” Wilbur breathed sharply, “at least it wasn’t my fault this time.” Lewis whacked him on the knee.

“And now we’re doomed,” Sam wailed, burying his head in his hands. It certainly seemed like it.

“Come on, don’t say that,” Samantha patted him on the back and jumped out of her seat. “We’ve been through worse than this. Who says we can’t fix this?”

We all raised our hands in defiance. Samantha groaned and shook her head.

“All we’ve got to do is figure out who took the time machines, simple as that. There’s got to me some type of monitoring on them, right? They’re the only two time machines in existence… technically.”

We all nodded slowly, looking at one another to boost our confidence. Samantha grinned. “See? All we have to do is keep moving forward. It’s what Mr. Robinson would want. Come on!”

Carl jumped up, blocking the door. The eight of us stood there, ready to figure out that happened. “Wait, stop! You could all get into more trouble if you leave. There is no way I am letting you out of this room without a fight to the death… or if you find the reset button.”

Wilbur cocked his head. “You have a reset button?! Why didn’t I know this before?”

Carl glared at him. “For this exact reason.”

“Oh,” Wilbur laughed sheepishly. “Right.”

“So, you’re not going to tell us at all where the reset button is, are you?” Jodie said, crossing her arms. Carl shook his head haughtily and stood in front of the door with his arms blocking any exit.

“I bet you don’t even know where it is,” she smirked. The rest of us held in laughter. We knew exactly where this was going. Jodie was the best at being a brat to get her way.

“I do too!” Carl shouted in earnest.

“Oh yeah?” she challenged over our muffled snorts.

“Yeah, it’s on my nose!” Carl said, and as a smile of triumph passed over Jodie’s face, Carl’s indignant expression fell.

“She’s got your devious little mind, Wilbur,” Carl managed out before Jodie poked the button on his nose. We all gave her high-fives and scrambled out the door.

“I think we want to check out the garage, don’t you? Maybe we can find something about the missing time machines,” Lewis suggested, and one by one, we all made our way under the (dreaded) travel tubes. That was definitely one thing about this house I didn’t like.

However, rather than my worst-scenario cases popping up in my head, we landed safely in the dimly lit garage. Sure enough, the two time machine Fred and I had seen earlier we completely gone. But there were no signs of paint on the walls and no tire tracks on the ground.

The garage door was even still locked.

“…which means that someone had to have immediately time traveled after they got in here,” Samantha finished, practically reading my mind.

“No, two someones, because you can’t transport one out to a different time, then just come back again without using that same time machine,” Sam reasoned, but Wilbur shook his head.

“There’s a switch on the time machine that you can use to either transport just yourself or the entire ship.”

“That same switch got Wilbur lost in 1937, trapped on the top of Amelia Earhart’s airplane… somehow, he caught it on fire. I have still yet to figure out how,” Lewis said, sending a glare in Wilbur's direction.

Why did this sound familiar? Hadn’t Freddi told us about warping to 1937, and they had been inside Amelia’s plane… and it had caught fire?

“That was you?” Freddi gasped. “Her mechanic said it was an engine failure!”

“No way! Who else could set a perfectly running plane on fire in the air?” Lewis smirked.

“But we’re not getting into that, are we?” Wilbur said quickly before Lewis could explain the details. “We’re looking for a clue of some kind. Not finding my faults,” he muttered under his breath.

“Of course! Because we all know that would take forever,” Samantha laughed, earning a sharp slap in the back of the head, courtesy of Wilbur. Before she could attack him back, I grabbed the back of her shirt.

“It won’t work out very well if we find Cornelius only for him to see you’ve murdered his son.” She scowled at me, but stopped struggling.

“Hey, what does this do?” Whenever I hear that question even escape Fred’s mouth, I know we’re all in big trouble. Before I could even turn around to see what damage he would do this time, a bright purple light flashed in the room. I suddenly felt like I was falling.

We landed behind a stone building, near a Theodore Roosevelt statue.

“Before you all say anything, I didn’t press the button. None of this is my fault!” Fred protested, but Samantha gasped.

“Jodie, Freddi… look!”

The other two girls looked around, astonishment glazing over their features.

“Oh! Wow, okay, I wasn’t expecting this. But, guys…” Freddi stepped out into the light, smiling. “Welcome to 2107.”

A/N: I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it was something I had to put in. Please review and tell me what you thought! I love hearing from y’all. :)