A pair of short girls, one with red hair and freckles and the other with a mane of long brown hair and tell-tale smudges of ink and nail-polish covering her arms and legs. No one would have guessed this was the athletic Treefrog and the newly returned Guardian of the Ink Wells since they were in bright neon bathing suits.

“You sure it’s in the backyard?” Treefrog asked.

“I wrote a report on it! Trust me, it’s there!”

“What if we get teleported somewhere bad? or somewhere we can’t get out?”

“Can’t be too bad, I guess.”

They finally made their way to the backyard, past the Gardens and a gigantic tree. And suddenly they were at the beach. It was complete with black sand and almost glowing, blue water. The two girls ran for the water and plunged into it headfirst. After swimming for about an hour under the breathable water, they gathered enough courage to resurface.

Suddenly, they were standing, dripping wet, in The Library.