The lady stared in amazement and smiled for the first time.

"You are crying. Don't say that people will die. I'll show you where the bomb is and disarm it," said Wilma.

Ann had already escaped the prison cell and was surprised to learn of Arella's story.

"But how did you know where to find them?"

"I just sensed it. I didn't read any minds. I just knew they were in the drains. I tried to read Wilma's mind later, but it did not work."

"I'm glad that you were upset. It was a lucky break. You got her to understand."

"It was no lucky break. I had to make myself unhappy enough to cry. It was the only way to help that lady. Giggling is a kind of laughing; and the opposite of laughing is crying. I figured out that if she hated giggling, she might do anything for a girl who was crying."

"That's brilliant," said Ann, "You were right. You were the best person to look for the Legion, for more reasons than one. What on earth? Everything's changing."

"No it's not changing," said Arella, "We're having a swim at the beach just like we've been doing all day. The water's lovely, isn't it?"

"Yes it is, and my costume is a good swimsuit. I'm glad it's waterproof," said Ann.

“Hey, where’s Wendell?” asked Arella.

“I don’t know. I haven’t even thought about him since he first grew and gave me a cuddle.”

“He wasn’t on our other adventures here after that,” said Arella.

“It’s funny that we didn’t even think of him until now,” said Ann.

"I'll give you a race," said Arella.

"Back to shore?" asked Ann.

"No, the opposite way. Let's see who can swim the furthest out. We can call Wildstar down to get us if we get tired."
"Alright, you're on," said Ann.

"Ready, set -"

"Hang on. You're starting a bit in front of me."

"Not from this angle. I lined up with the rocks on your side of the beach."

"Well I lined up with the rocks on your side."

"Yes, but I don't think that they are level. Well let's just start off close side by side."

"Okay, you say go."
"Ready set go!"
The two young girls swam out, further and further, until Ann had finally exhausted Arella. When Arella stopped, Ann turned around and swam back towards her.

"Don't worry Arella. I'm a year older than you. Hey, I cannot see the beach. Look!"

Arella turned her head and said, "It's gone. We must have swum a great distance. There's nothing but water all around us, and I am tired."

"Let's float on our backs for a while until we think what to do."

"We cannot swim back," said Arella.

"Why not? We will have the energy after we have floated calmly for a while."

"Energy to go where? We cannot work out which way the beach is. There is just water everywhere. How do we know what to do?"
"Well I guess we just lie here and don't," said Ann.
"I am good at don'ting," said Arella, "School is full of 'don't' things. So don't start on any of the things that are not allowed."

"Hey Arella, look up there. There's a helicopter coming down to meet us."

The helicopter assumed a hover position above them and lowered a rubber ring on a rope.

"That's to rescue us. You go first," said Ann.

Arella waited for the ring and then sat inside it. Her legs dangled out as her arms gave her the strength to grip the rope with both hands.

"It was worth resting my arms after all that swimming. Floating was such a good idea," she thought.

Ann watched the ascent of Arella, and then the rubber ring was again lowered to the water on the end of the rope.

"There must be a winch inside that helicopter," thought Ann, "I'm so glad that somebody decided to rescue us. I wonder how they knew we were missing. I wonder how they knew how to find us out here."

She climbed into the ring and was winched aboard the helicopter. She sat down beside Arella as the passenger who had been operating the winch pointed a gun at the girls and said,     "We've been looking for you two all day. You're going to show us how to get to the secret passageway under Freedom Fields and dig up the lost treasure of St Abel's monastery. After all those years of pretending to be a monk, I could never find the secret passageway, and then I had to leave when the new owner changed the place to Freedom Fields orphanage. I want to be rich before I turn fifty."

"But there isn't a secret passage. I don't know of one," said Ann.

"Don't think to fool me. I have got a gun. Pilot, head for Freedom Fields in St Ives," said the man.