I pouted. I had trapped myself. They were up in the room but I couldn't as well leave. I was soaking wet. And it would be a miracle if they weren't so quick about their passions to not find the floor drenched. They would know someone was there. I had to leave after them. I pulled myself up to breathe. I didn't pull the emeralds from their position. If there ever came a day that proof would be needed, I knew where to direct. Cathy was looking for the emeralds. It was no wonder Magdalen had been her subject. How had she been triggered? How did she know? Cathy had always been one to come up with theories. So had I. Ninety eight percent of the time we had been right. I fathomed why it was she couldn't tell me. A theory without proof can only alarm the people. One needed enough proof especially
