"What now?" asked Amy as they got in TenCents's car.
"I'm heading over to Nel's Diner," said TenCents. "I'm meeting with a friend of mine from iCarly Wiki."
"That girl? As in EpicnezzEmily?"
"What could she possibly help you with?"
TenCents shrugged. "We've been working with the people Doranor didn't take to find out if there were some different connections. Turns out not all people left behind had been on iCarly Wiki for at most a month, Emily being one of them."
They drove for a few hours.
"So, what's been going on in the real world since your plan failed?" asked Amy.
"Never speak of the plan," TenCents grumbled as he swerved to avoid a tractor trailer.
"My dad said I had a right to know," Amy replied, pouting.
TenCents sighed. "Well, the police believe that whoever kidnapped all those people was someone from iCarly Wiki, so they've been questioning us. They actually questioned me, but they seemed satisfied."
"What did you answer?"
"That is for me to know and for you to find out."
"Didn't work, huh?"
"They threw me into the police station for a few days, but they didn't have any evidence, much less anything, that could prove or even logically hint that I was a kidnapper."
"So, what have you been doing?"
"Well, as you know, I can't help the Wikia guys directly. But I figured I could find a way to rip holes in time and space."
"I ended up in YouTube during maintenance mode."
They walked into the diner.
The waitress walked up to them. "Hey, Ten," she said. It was Emily. "Whose your friend?"
"Don't ask, don't tell," Amy said, raising her hands.
Emily srhugged. "Walk with me to the back."
They walked into the back of the diner.
"So, did you figure out why you weren't taken by Doranor?" asked TenCents.
Emily held up her arm. "Look at what's on my wrist."
TenCents looked. He scratched his face slightly, then scratched a little more. He quickly stopped. "Ahem," he said, coughing. "It's just a charm bracelet."
"So, I did some checking: everyone who wasn't taken, not counting ones who were here for at most a month, were wearing a bracelet that looked exactly like this."
"So? It could've been a coincidence." TenCents quickly realized his error. "I forgot: there are no coincidences when it comes to Doranor."
"However, I haven't been able to get any contact info on these bracelets yet," said Emily. "But my friend bought this at a pawn shop in Hartford last year."
TenCents groaned. "More driving?"
"You want to find our friends?"
"What's the name of that pawn shop?"