Things had been anything but boring since Amelia "arrived" on the island. People seemed to know who she was without intoduction, though they insisted on calling her by her maiden name for some reason. How they even knew her maiden name was a puzzle in itself.

( Then... )

Susan was not what some would call a “morning person.” She didn't laze about in bed for half the day either, but bouncing out of bed with a spring in her step and a smile on her face really wasn't her style. There was a time to get up, so up she got. And that was exactly what she'd intended to do this morning as well. But there was something different this morning that had her pausing, sitting on the edge of the mattress, as she tried to figure out just what was going on.

Firstly, she was not in her own room. She was not even certain she was in Ankh-Morpork. And she was almost positive that was where she'd been when she'd gone to bed. So why was she not still there when she was getting out of it? ( Where was she? )

Amelia opened her eyes and that was when her whole world changed.

This was not Shepheard's, where she had momentarily closed her eyes. She had been enjoying a cup of tea on the terrace, reflecting on the past season in Egypt. That had only been a second ago, she would have sworn. But the room she was now in held no resemblance to the familiar hotel in Cairo.

The Master Criminal!

( She had been kidnapped again. )