Isla frowned as she followed Trent (as in directly behind him) from the dungeon corridor and toward the basement. She'd caught that glance he'd given her when he mentioned extra common sense. Sigh. Was it even worth arguing about? Nope. For one, Isla knew better than to argue with an adult, and two, she couldn't even remember the man's name right now. SO THERE.

She said absolutely nothing as she listened to the sound of the stranger's voice. Well if they'd STOP MOVING and just stand still, they could be found and followed! Then the voice stopped altogether. Great. Now they'd been following a voice that didn't even exist anymore. What if it was one of those weird ghosts that had appeared and disappeared in the Great Hall a while back? The ones that had dropped that article from a hundred years ago. CREEPY.

Anyway. What now?