'I think that would be best. I still don't know whether the caller is just making these challenges up on the spot.' Alistair spoke as they marched down the corridor. He could feel the eyes of the students looking their way. He couldn't say he wasn't unnerved by it, he had never once considered what would happen if they were exposed. His brain automatically pictured secret scientific experiments on them and the rest of the cliche assumptions, but part of him thought it would be something less obvious than that.<br/>'What we have to assume.' Alistair began and cleared his throat as they pushed past a few students that blocked their way, 'That we're dealing with someone who has a lot of resources and is close to the centre of an organisation of villains.'<br/>'Do you think Moriarty is behind it?' Ryan asked timidly. He was keeping his head down as they walked. He didn't dare make eye contact with anyone.<br/>'Possibly. It would be the most intelligent gue-' Alistair stopped as someone stepped out of one of the class rooms and blocked there way. The person was a woman in her thirties with dark grey eyes and long black hair. She was dressed in a comfortable purple shirt with a black suit blaster and matching skirt. She looked down at the three of them from behind silver spectacles with an unsure expression on her face.<br/>'Mr Croft, Mr Black and I believe Miss Valentine?' She addressed them with a tone of authority, Casey would immediately notice that Alistair and Ryan were both standing to attention as the woman spoke. She would even notice that Alistair actually seemed nervous before the woman.<br/>'I've been hearing things from the teachers about the three of you.' She spoke with a grimace and shook her head.<br/>'Please Mrs Maple I know this is a dangerous issue-' Alistair began but the woman quickly silenced him with a dismissive gesture.<br/>'Mr Croft this is an issue that must be addressed.'<br/>'Miss Maple they're just rumours!' Ryan cried out desperately causing Miss Marple to look at him strangely.<br/>'Rumours Mr Black? Why would the teachers of my school make up rumours about you ducking out of rehearsals to flirt with Miss Valentine here? Or Mr Croft faking illness in order to take a trip down the library? Or Miss Valentine here using his fake illness to try and leave school herself? Honestly the conversation I've had with Ms Vander just now. She had no end of complaints!' Mrs Maple sighed and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.<br/>The three of them were now staring at the woman. Ryan's mouth was set at an odd angle, he looked somewhere between joy, confusion, disbelief and nervousness. Alistair just stared at the woman with a baffled expression.<br/>'I-I'm sorry Mrs Marple but...nobody talked of the fire?' Alistair asked uneasily.<br/>'What? You mean the bush fire that was started when the school gardener decided to burn leaves on school grounds?'<br/>'Er...yeah...that.'<br/>'Well it was a very minor issue Mr Croft I don't see how that concerns the three of you.' She spoke before folding her arms across her chest, 'Now listen to me. I hope not to have another talk like the one I just had with Ms Vander concerning you three, because if she does come to me again I will have to bring your parents in.' She warned and waggled her finger at them.<br/>'Now you three have a good lunch, behave yourselves and don't make me have to bring you to my office.' She spoke before walking past them and strutting down the corridor, telling off kids that were mucking about as she walked.<br/>'Our Principla didn't accuse of us being freaks.' Ryan spoke in a bewildered voice, 'We just got away with arson? How did we do that? Everyone saw us!'<br/>'I have no idea.' Alistair replied and for once he didn't seem to mind that he didn't know. He just sighed a breath of relief and wiped his forehead of nervous sweat, 'Somehow it seems no one has any recollection of what happened.'<br/>'But everyone was looking at us!' Ryan exclaimed.<br/>'Ryan ever girl looks at you already and as of this morning every man has been watching the bottom of Casey's skirt.' Alistair reminded him and chuckled a little at the thought that some miracle had just saved them from exposure.