Sagwa landed on a cushion of white, fluffy pillows. The kitten gazed about her in wonder. The area she had landed in was completely void of color. It appeared as though that the next world that the book had led the group to was a small, hollow room that was covered in white paint. Soft piano music played in the background, filling the room with a quiet, contented feeling.

"Where are we?" a voice inquired curiously next to Sagwa. It was Jesse. The young man looked in wonder about him.

"Are we in heaven?" Frank questioned honestly, gazing at the white walls and the cushioned pillows beneath their feet.

Sagwa breathed quietly, "Sure sounds and looks like it."

Wadsworth traveled from the group and began exploring the room. He curiously looked at the vast expanse of white before him. Then, as Wadsworth took more confident steps away from the group he suddenly ran into an invisible barrier. Rubbing his forehead, Wadsworth complained, "We're in a hollow room!"

"No, really?" Sagwa muttered sarcastically under her breath. She still felt an extreme amount of unhappiness as she recollected Memphis's untimely death. Sagwa continued to curse herself about ever doubting her friend.

"The music," Jesse commented softly, gazing up at the ceiling, "That's George Winston isn't it?"

"How would you know about him?" Sagwa asked, coming over to the outlaw.

Jesse smiled at her, replying, "Well, whenever there needed to be music in your stories you always spoke of a great piano soloist. I figured that if Memphis created these worlds based on your interests, then this is one of them."

Jack stepped forward and said, "He's right you know. There is some method to us being here."

"This is the end," Sagwa stated.

"You mean we're doomed?" Frank questioned loudly. He became panicky. He yelled, "I knew you'd get us all killed Sagwa! I just knew you would!"

"Oh calm down!" Jesse exclaimed. "Give the kitten a chance to speak!"

Sagwa nodded appreciatively at Jesse, "Thank you." To Frank, Sagwa snapped, "This is the end of acquiring suspects. I've gotten all of them. Now I just need to figure out who the culprit is."

Wadsworth laughed, "What, off your cunning wit, Sagwa? We know you're bloody brilliant but do you expect us to believe that you can determine which one of us stole your story based on your knowledge?"

Sagwa gave the butler a smirk. Turning to Jack, Sagwa asked, "Is there a book for us to get out of here?"

"Yes," Jack replied, handing a multi-colored book over to the kitten. He smiled at her, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Sagwa?"

"You know it," Sagwa smiled back, flicking her tail knowingly.

Sagwa opened the book and with her claw, she etched a sketching of a pen. Then her claw-drawn pen came to life. Gripping the pen, Sagwa drew an object in the book. When Sagwa finished, she turned to the group.

Holding the book against her chest, Sagwa stated, "Inside this book lays a magical cauldron. It will emit a high-pitch whistling sound if the person who touches it is the thief."

She pointed to Jack and said, "You go first."

Jack nodded and knelt before Sagwa. He reached in the book and took hold of the dark cauldron. He looked at Sagwa and asked, "Now what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to tell me if you stole my story," Sagwa stated.

Looking Sagwa in the eyes, Jack told her, "Sagwa, I did not steal your story."

"That's it then," Sagwa smiled. "Thank you." As Jack stood up, Sagwa looked at Wadsworth and told him, "Wadsworth, you're next!"

Wadsworth gave the book an incredulous look before kneeling in front of it. Wadsworth took hold of the cauldron, looked Sagwa nervously in the eyes, and stated, "Sagwa, I didn't steal your story."

"Thank you Wadsworth," Sagwa smiled, nodding. She looked at the shimmering cauldron in the book and called, "Jesse! You're up!"

Jesse knelt in front of Sagwa and peered into the book. He smiled at Sagwa, "You're a pretty good artist too."

"It's getting there," Sagwa commented with a laugh. She then nodded for Jesse to do the same as Wadsworth and Jack before him.

Jesse gripped the cauldron steadily, looked Sagwa in the eyes, and told her, "Sagwa, I didn't steal your story."

"Thank you," Sagwa smiled. She looked at Frank and told him, "Your turn Frank."

"At least this is better than using your wit," Frank commented, kneeling in front of the book. He stared at the glowing cauldron with suspicious eyes. Frank reached inside of the book, looked Sagwa in the eyes, and said, "Sagwa, I didn't steal your story."

"That wasn't all that bad now was it Frank?" Sagwa laughed. She then put her hands inside the book, gripped the cauldron, and said, "I know I didn't steal my story. One of them stole it and that person has lied to me repeatedly."

"But who done it?" Wadsworth questioned, looking at Jesse and Frank.

"Yeah," Jesse agreed. "We all touched the cauldron and told you that we didn't steal your story."

Sagwa nodded and replied, "But one of you did not touch the cauldron."

She marched over to Jack and stated, "Jack, show me your hands."

Jack obliged Sagwa and raised his hands. Soot covered his hands. Sagwa turned to Jesse and stated, "One of you has clean hands and whoever that person is, that person is the thief."

Sagwa raised her paws in the air and revealed her soot covered hands. Then she marched over to Wadsworth and said, "Let's see your hands."

"This is humiliating," Wadsworth complained, lifting his hands. He faced them, palms first at Sagwa. His hands revealed the dark soot that the cauldron had given him. Wadsworth saw Sagwa nod approvingly and then, while lowering his hands, Wadsworth gritted, "I hope that I will be able to cleanse my hands from this filth."

"Don't worry," Sagwa smiled. "In time your hands will be clean."

Jesse tried not to laugh at Sagwa's double comment. Sagwa turned sharply to the outlaw and smiled, leering at him, "Okay Jesse James, shall we see how clean you are?"

Jesse smiled, showing his hands to the kitten. He admitted with a laugh, "I'm a dirty outlaw all right. But I don't mind these dirty hands." Jesse thought for a bit and continued, "Although, Zee would have something to say if I arrived home with these black hands."

Sagwa laughed, "I agree so don't touch me!" Then Sagwa turned to Frank and gave him a steady smile. She smiled, "Okay Frank, let's see how clean your hands are."

Frank reluctantly showed his hands to the Siamese kitten. His hands were clean, pristine, void of any black colored soot. Sagwa leered at the man before him. Her contempt and anger grew with each passing second.

Chuckling, Frank tried, "I can explain Sagwa."

"How can you explain lying to my face?" Sagwa demanded hotly. "I don't think there are any means to justify your actions!"

"I'm sorry Sagwa," Frank simply said. "That's all I can say."

"You should be!" Sagwa exclaimed. "You shame those you work for and the entire company you represent! You lied to me! Even looking directly into my eyes you continued your falsehoods! I've wasted precious time of others, took them from their worlds (and in some cases from those they love), not trust them, and I even lost one of my closest friends because of you!"

"I'm sorry," Frank sincerely told the kitten.

"Do you promise not to do it again?" Sagwa asked.

"I promise," Frank replied. He put his hand over his heart and said, "I swear it on my honor as a major in the United States Army."

"And are you sorry for what you have done?" Sagwa demanded.

"Deeply and regrettably sorry," Frank replied. "Since I have betrayed your trust and broken the bonds of fellow writers, I will not pursue any fame in my future writings."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," Sagwa stated. She thought for a bit before saying, "But, as it stands, there must be a punishment. And I hereby decree that from this point on you will never read or touch any of my stories again until you have proven to me your trustworthiness. Until then, you are forbidden to read my stories."

Frank bowed his head in shame.

Sagwa turned to Wadsworth, Jesse, and Jack. Sagwa told them, "Let this be a lesson to you all. Trust and honor are the key elements of integrity. Without it, your inner nobility falls and your ability to be a leader fails. Be original, in everything you do. And if you must copy somebody's work, get his/her consent beforehand and not wait until he/she has discovered what you've done before making an apology. And, don't be afraid to admit your wrongs. Who says you must always face your mistake with defiance? So the world you are reliable. Show them that you have integrity. Show the world who you really are; not as some mask that you have borrowed."

At that, Sagwa strode over to the multi-colored book and opened it up again. Turning to Jack, Sagwa asked, "Shall we go home then?"

"That sounds like a good plan," Jack smiled.

Everyone stepped forward and came towards the book. The glittering rainbow shot out of the book and gently descended on the group. When the rays fell upon them, they began floating in the air and as they did, they began shrinking.

As the group descended towards the book, Jesse commented with a laugh, "As my brother would say, 'alls well that ends well.'"

Then he disappeared into the book and the book closed.