Being where Alifi tries to put Candy’s mind at ease about the Abberline household … Barbara gives Isabella the low-down on some of Deppville’s lovable misfits … Perhan rescues Alphonse from a case of mistaken identity … Wilson brings the DeMarco twins to Madame, as promised … a beautiful stranger shows up at the 12th Commandment, looking for Corso … Malachi, Manouche and Blake are reunited and waste no time in plotting and planning … Isabella and Sands, being old acquaintances, lay their cards on the table, as it were … Willy meets Portsmith at Chez Roux for a little conversation about childcare, custody, security, order, purity and truth (upper and lower case, not necessarily in that order) … Constable Crane has a vision of his mother while waiting to hear about Ava’s condition … Isabella works Spinky as instructed, and finds herself a new flat … Ava, recovering from her wound, has fevered visions of Don and the twins … and Sarah, much to her regret, writes to Godalming to let him know she cannot launch his controversial book, due to concern about herself and her loved ones.

At Rartigillichal:

Alifi *enters the living room, pours a drink of brandy, goes to the phone, dials Bournemouth House, waits for an answer*

Candy *starts when the phone rings just when she put it down*  Yes, it's Candy, I knew you would have some news ...  Excuse me, this is Bournemouth House, I just called the hospital, and I was sure they called back ... *listens anxiously*

Alifi:  Candy?  Candy, dear, it’s Alifi.  I’m calling from Rartigillichal … could I speak to the Inspector, please?

Candy:  Oh, I don't know. He has shut himself in the study with some paintings and he's drinking ... I am trying.  *she puts the receiver down, goes upstairs and knocks on the study door and opens it*  Inspector ...

Abberline *frowns at her*  Bloody hell, Candy, I told you I don't need any bloody supper!

Candy *sniffs*  It's Alifi on the phone, Inspector, she wants to talk to you.

Abberline:  All she wants is to slap me.  Let me be.  *and he pours another glass from a new bottle and spills half of it on the desk*

Candy *retreats, returns to the phone*  I am sorry.  He doesn't want to come, he said that you only want to slap him more, and he's been drinking really heavy.  *sniffs again*  What shall I do?

Alifi *sighs*  Very well ... if you could please give him a message for me.  I wasn't calling to lecture him, I just wanted him to know that Kat's here at Rartigillichal and she's safe and sound.  She wants some time alone, which may be the best thing for her now so she can recover properly.  If you could just assure him that she's fine and that she'll be in touch with him when she's ready, I would appreciate it, dear.

Candy *relieved*  Oh, that's good to know, I will tell him if I dare to open that study door once more.  He is in a very foul mood.  Er - they said at the hospital that Kat and the Inspector split up.  It can't be true, can it?

Alifi:  Oh, I don’t think so.  You know how Kat and the Inspector are, they have their quarrels, but they always get back on track.  I imagine after they’ve both had a little time to cool off, they’ll be fine.  *smiles into the phone*  We’ve seen them weather far worse fights than this.  How is Chiana, luv?  I hope she’s not tiring herself too much, with her parents’ problems.

Candy *sighs*  Yes, I know.  I wish they would stop quarreling like that ... *hesitates first, but then decides to confide in Alifi*  I have protected her, I have not let her overuse her healing abilities.  She is tired, but at least she is sleeping soundly for now.  What shall I do when she starts to miss her mother?

Alifi *without hesitation*  As soon as she starts to want Kat, bring her here.  Don’t hesitate, call a cab, don’t worry about the cost, Manouche has left money here for me in case of emergency, I’ll pay the fare if necessary.  We must do everything we can to meet Chiana’s needs.  Her strengths have been diminished too much as it is.  And, as much as she’s a daddy’s girl, she still needs her mother.  Kat has said she doesn’t want any visitors … *smiles* … but I’m sure she would make an exception for Chiana.  Oh, and Candy, just in case no one is telling you this often enough ... you're doing a fine job.

Candy *blushing, puts down the receiver and goes back upstairs, not daring to check on Abberline goes to Chiana's room to watch over her sleeping.  Alifi was right.  She has to protect Chiana from losing too much of her vital energy.  She makes herself a bed on the sofa for this night and soon she is asleep*

At From Hell Court:

Barbara *takes a drink to Isabella*  This one is on the house, dear.  Don't believe everything the Inspector says.  This place is safe until night falls.  He is so old-fashioned.  *rolls eyes*  We ladies, we can take good care of ourselves.  Never needed a man to protect myself.  *laughs*  He's apparently got some marital trouble again, and if it isn't that, it is some other kind of trouble as usual.  Not a wonder with that crazy family of his.

Isabella *laughs*  Men always think that women can't possibly get by without them when really, it's the other way round.  It's not like Deppville is the only town with a bad neighbourhood ... *smiles*  Thanks for the drink.  *Turns serious*  He did seem rather troubled, especially when he mentioned that his wife is a pirate.  I never would've guessed by the look of him.

Barbara:  Men are usually the source of all trouble.  *grins, sits down at the table, happy to be able to share some gossip*  No, it is rather funny that a man like him, an Officer of the law, marries a pirate like Kat.  I can't see what they possibly could have in common, except the kids.  It is a weird family.  *lowers his voice*  But the Inspector himself, he has some magic abilities, too, the say that he can see things, they say that he is a dreamer.  And it was not a long time ago when he practically lived in the opium dens.  At least Kat has managed to make him stop his drug abuse ... And their son Raven, he is a true shapeshifter.  You may not believe me, but I have seen with my very own eyes how that boy transforms himself to a white raven.  They have a baby daughter, and I have heard that she is special too.  *leans closer to Isabella*  But they say that he is not the same after having been locked in the soul box.  *casts an anxious look around herself, continues in a whisper*  But that's not all.  Kat's father is the Necromancer.  Now, if there is something to be afraid, it is him.  Even in daytime.

Isabella *laughs*  Ain't that the truth!  *Listens to Barbara intently almost regretting not having a tape recorder with her*  Wow!  That is some family!  You almost don't blame the Inspector for escaping to From Hell Court every now and then.  *Curiously*  So there are a lot of ... people like that here?  Dreamers, shapeshifters and so on?

Barbara *lively*  Yes indeed.  And I forgot to tell that Kat's sister is a witch of the worst sort.  On second thought, so is the Inspector's sister too, in an another way.  I wish I had been there to see how Kat pushed Her Ladyship into the water at the port!  If you are interested in weird things, you really should have a talk with the Inspector.  He tends to be very private and sometimes moody, but he has an eye for beauty, which sure would help you ...  *she grins, looking at Isabella*  He and his family are not the only ones.  You should seek out Manouche the Gypsy pirate when she comes back.  And then there's Grace Brasco as she nowadays calls herself - there's another pirate who married an Officer of Law, but Donnie gave up his work for her, how sweet that was!  But where was I, yes Grace, I've heard that she is a powerful witch too.  And they say that vampires roam the From Hell district at nights and the Commander does nothing because they attack only unfortunates ... So far.  Who knows.  Someday they may grow more powerful and then they won't be satisfied with simple tart blood. *she shudders*

Isabella *hangs on to every word, paying attention to the names and details; laughs*  In college I had room-mate who got a little too involved in her occult studies and became a self-proclaimed witch, she didn’t have any powers though. Just wore a lot of black.  *Turns serious*  Maybe I will have a talk with the Inspector, although I think I’ll give him a little time, he seemed in a very grim mood when he left.  But maybe I should pay this Grace Brasco a visit, she and her husband somehow sound more sociable.  *Feels the cold run down her spine*  Vampires?  *Rolls her eyes*  Not surprised to hear that Portsmith isn’t doing anything about it.  I’ve met her, really do not like her!  *Smiles*  This town really has everything, maybe I should stick around for a while.  Do you know if there are any apartments in From Hell Court?  Ones that don’t give you frostbites during winter and have running water?  I know there are nicer places in Deppville, but despite the Inspector’s warnings, it looks more like home to me than the main street.  *Shrugs*  I’m strange, I know

Barbara:  But our witches are for real, I can assure you.  And Portsmith does not care about us poor people.  She wants this whole area pulled down for a housing complex for the well-to-do ...  I knew that you were not an ordinary tourist when I spotted you the first time.  So you want From Hell Court?  Sure, I can give you some addresses of landlords.  Tell them that I sent you, that way you don't get cheated.  Though it seems that you are streetsmart ...  There really is everything at From Hell Court, from *smiles knowingly *from the luxury hideout of Corso to the worst basement rooms you ever could imagine.  Here.  *and she takes a wrinkled greasy piece of paper and pens with a childish hand with obvious difficulty two names*  You will find Spinky almost around the corner, at the Shark's Tooth, and Ernie has a kind of office opposite.  Offer half of what they ask.  *she rises up and glances toward a customer hanging at the bar*  I have to go now.  Just remember, the Inspector doesn't bite.  Compliment his baby daughter and he'll eat from your hand.  See you later!

In Fiji:

Alphonse  *wanders through the streets, scowling distastefully at the riff-raff all around him, shoving and scuffling; thinks to himself, disrespectful rabble.  He finally makes his way into a tavern, as much to escape the crowd as to actually imbibe.  Pushes up to the bar, looks at the bartender*  I’d like a Cosmopolitan, please.  And some nibbles …

Barkeep *squints*  Y’wha??

Alphonse:  A Cosmopolitan … it’s a martini, surely you know what a martini is.  And some nibbles, you know, some snacks …

Barkeep *reaches out, grabs Alphonse by the collar, shakes him*  Are ye makin’ fun, mate?  ‘Cause I don’t ‘ave much of a sense o’ humour this time o’ day.  *tosses him back onto the barstool*  An’ I don’t ‘ave much in th’ way o’ patience, either, not fer small chat with toffee-noses such as yerself, nor fer mixin’ fancy drinks.  *leans in closer, sneering*  Now, what’ll ye ‘ave?

Perhan *sitting at Alphonse’s left, speaks up*  Take it easy, General, he’ll have what I’m having.  And break out a few peanuts, don’t be so tight-fisted.  *Barkeep glances at Perhan, glowers at Alphonse, then goes to fill the order.  Perhan turns to Alphonse*  No worries, mate, the General is harmless enough, you just have to know how to talk to him … *voice trails off, he stares at Alphonse*  Corso!  What the hell are you doing here?

Alphonse *haughtily*  What do you mean, what am I doing here?  Why shouldn’t I be here?  And how do you know my name, I’ve never met you.

Perhan *looks at him closely, then nods*  Ahhh, I see … sorry, I thought you were someone else.  I thought you were Dean Corso …

Alphonse:  He’s my cousin.  I’ve heard there’s a strong resemblance, but personally, I don’t see it.  *shrugs*  I suppose I should thank you for assisting me just now.

Perhan:  Don’t mention it.  *holds out a hand, grins as Alphonse shakes it distastefully*  Name’s Perhan, I hail from Deppville, but I’ve been here in Fiji on some business.  I’ve had a few dealings with your cousin, he’s very, shall we say, self-preserving.  *laughs, takes a drink*

Alphonse *sniffs*  The family simply doesn’t know what to do with him sometimes.  He makes such curious choices.  *The General approaches, roughly sets down a smeary glass with some brown liquid, and a chipped bowl of unshelled peanuts.  Alphonse picks up the glass, takes out a handkerchief, wipes at it, frowning.  Takes a drink, eyes widen, and he gasps, grips the bar, coughing*

Perhan *laughs*  So the General decided to break out the good stuff for you!  Cheers, Mr. Corso, that’s a good sign.

Alphonse *gasps, wipes his streaming eyes*  I … see … *he recovers, then gingerly picks a peanut from the bowl, examines it*  Well, at least these can’t be contaminated, being still in the shell.  *cracks it open, eats it, looks at Perhan*  What was it that brought you here, Mr. Perhan?

Perhan *evasively*  Oh, bit of this, bit of that, bit of the other …  *he reaches over, grabs a few peanuts*  And what about you, friend?  I hope you don’t mind my saying, this locale doesn't look like your cuppa tea …

Alphonse:  That’s putting it mildly.  *he carefully finishes the drink, manages this time to keep from coughing.  Sets the glass on the bar, nods to the General for a refill*  I decided I wanted to go to sea, so Father outfitted me with a fine ship, and I hadn’t been gone long at all before it was swiped right out from under me by pirates, of all things.  Can you imagine?  *snorts, his anger fired all over again at the very thought of it*  I was then picked up, for better or worse, by yet another pirate ship, for heaven’s sake, what year is this, anyway?  Pirates everywhere, it’s ridiculous!  *takes another peanut, eats it, then wipes at his hands furiously with the handkerchief*  And this time it was a woman pirate, a Manichevitz, or Manwich, or something like that …

Perhan *smothers a laugh, then looks at him closely*  Manouche?

Alphonse:  Yes, that’s it!  A foul little guttersnipe if ever there was one.  *takes another cautious drink from the glass, rolls his eyes; pauses, then relents*  I guess I should be more grateful.  I mean, they did take me in, and she treated me well enough.  And the ship was attractive, for one of its type.  But it seemed so … primitive, compared to my little beauty.  Not even the creature comforts, like a well-stocked bar and good food.  *he pauses, goes a little green as he remembers Manouche’s cruel descriptions of nasty food while he was hanging over the railing*

Perhan:  Well, that doesn’t sound like Manouche.  She loves good food and drink as much as anyone, and she’s a fine cook, as well.  It’s my guess that you rubbed her the wrong way somehow, she’s usually most accommodatin’.  Does this mean she’s here now, as well?

Alphonse:  Yes, I’m sure she and her crew are roaming around somewhere.  She said she has business to tend to here, then I can return with her to Deppville when they’re ready to leave, if I wish.  I don’t have much choice, being without my ship, so I’ll take her up on her offer.  Tell me, though, can you suggest a decent hotel here?  I don’t want to spend any more time on her ship than necessary …

Perhan *thinks for a moment, then grins*  I’ll do you one better, Mr. Corso.  You can stay at our house.  It’s a lovely place right on the beach, simple but clean and comfortable.  Won’t cost you a dime.  You can come see it for yourself and decide if it’s for you or if you prefer a hotel.  Savvy?

Man *sitting nearby, looks up, bleary-eyed*  Corso??  Did you say Corso?  *he turns slowly, sees Perhan and Alphonse, scowls*  On my word, Dean Corso!  You bastard, you ruined me!  *stands up, grabs Alphonse by the collar, pulls him off the barstool*

Alphonse *angry, indignant*  Unhand me, you ruffian!  I’ve done nothing to you, I’ve never even seen you before!

Man *red-faced, furious*  Is that so?  Shall I remind you of a little deal that went sour?  Somehow you came out of it unscathed, while the rest of us were left holding the bag, so to speak.  Lost everything I had because of you!  Can’t believe you have the nerve to show your face around these parts again.  When I finish with you, you won’t have much face left to show a second time!  *pulls back to land a punch on Alphonse’s nose*

Perhan *eyes wide, quickly yells out*  On my word, looks who’s here!  COMMANDER PORTSMITH!  *quickly rises up, standing on barstool, looks toward the entrance, smiles broadly*  And get a look at that new uniform!  Fishnet stockings, no less!  Quite a catch of the day, eh lads?  *laughs, nudges the man sitting next to him; grins as all the men start craning their necks toward the door*

Man *distracted, loosens his hold slightly on Alphonse, looks around*  What?  Where?  Portsmith, comin’ in here??  What’s she wearing??  *as he’s trying to see over the crowd, Perhan takes advantage, grabs a bottle from the bar, brings it down on the man’s head; he sinks to the floor, unconscious*

Alphonse *stares at him, wide-eyed*  Wh-what happened—

Perhan *jumps down, grabs Alphonse*  C’mon!  *pulls him through the crowd, out the door, running toward Alifi’s house*

At Chateau Blanchefort / the Wonkas’ factory:

Wilson *cleans the table after the children's breakfast*  And now we are going for a stroll.  You know, Commander, children need fresh air.

Portsmith *eyes the kids and the messy table with distaste*  More like I need fresh air.  Are all the kids messy and noisy like that?  *she wrinkles her nose*

Wilson *hiding his smile*  I believe they are, Commander.  *he lifts both the kids in his arms, not being able to stifle a chuckle when Sam makes the Portsmith face again*

Portsmith:  Well in that case it's better to keep them locked in their room.  I don't want any dirty paws on my valuable furniture and walls.  *she leaves for her study*

Wilson *wraps them up warmly, not daring to put all the winter clothes on, hoping that the blankets will keep them warm enough during the walk, takes the back and leaves the castle pushing them in the twin carriage.  He doesn't dare to take the cab, because Portsmith would instantly become suspicious of him leaving in a cab with the children.  He starts to walk at a brisk pace and soon reaches the Factory gates.  He presses a button waiting for response.*

Madame *responds as if she has been waiting for it*  Yes?  Can I help you?

Wilson:  It is Wilson, Madame.  With the babies.  I hope they haven't caught a cold ... The Commander doesn't yet know that they are gone.

Madame *sighs with a huge relief*  Oh Wilson, hurry, do come in so they don't get sick.  *opens the gates, rushes to the front doors and opens them quickly*  Here we are, bring them in.  Luckily, Willy should be keeping Portsmith occupied for a bit, he's supposed to be meeting with her today.  *sees her godchild and her brother, beams*  Oh Lola, Sam you two look beautiful ....

Wilson:  But I have to be back in time.  I have to do some shopping first *grins modestly*  For her placation.  *he lifts first Lola and gives her to Madame*  Bye, little princess, don't forget me.  *then he takes Sam, in his best Jack voice*  I'll come some day and play pirates with you, savvy!  *to Madame*  I don't have to tell you to take good care of them, I know this is the best place for them to be now in.  *looks at the babies wistfully*  I have to go now.

Madame *holds the twins who are both giggling with glee.  She smiles and laughs*  No problem, Wilson, thank you ever so much.  And remember what I said.  Any day you want to visit.

Wilson *nods goodbye to Madame and leaves the Factory, knowing that he will have good time before the Commander returns to the castle.  He has all the time he needs to do his shopping and clear the children's room for another use*

Madame:  Say goodbye to Wilson, little ones.  *they all watch as he leaves, she takes them upstairs to the baby room, seeing an oompa on the way*  Go out front and bring in the carriage, please, thank you.  *smiles at him as he bows to her, she continues to make her way to the room, walks in.  Chase, Will, and Jacob all sit in their playpen, Chaseline stands up, leaning on the edge, she shouts with glee at the DeMarco twins, Lola responds with a loud yell*  Oh dear, I can tell this is going to be an interesting while.  *she places them in with the Wonka triplets, all of them instantly begin to giggle and play*  Okay let’s get all of you into my office so I can finish my work.  *calls in four oompas, who immediately respond and pull the playpen of giggling babies into her office*

On the 12th Commandment:

Woman *approaches the 12th Commandment, now docked in Fiji.  She hesitates, then boards the ship resolutely, swiftly approaches the first person she sees, a young boy*  You there!  I’d like a word, please.

Raven *turns, looks at the woman*  Oh … who are you?

Woman:  This is the 12th Commandment, is it not?  And Commander Portsmith and Mr. Corso are aboard, are they not?

Raven:  Uh, yes an’ no.  This is the 12th Commandment, an’ Mr. Corso is here.  But Commander Portsmith … she didn’t come on this journey.  I can tell Mr. Corso you’re here.  May I ask who wants to see him?

Woman:  Yes … tell him Capucine is here to take him up on his offer of a drink.  *laughs*

Raven *looks at her carefully, decides she poses no danger; nods*  Okay, wait here.  *he runs off to the cabin where Corso still lies*  Mr. Corso?  We’re in Fiji.  *he approaches him, speaking gently*  I’m sorry to have tricked you, sir.  But we really needed to come here.  If you would’ve just let us take the ship, we wouldn’t have involved you.  *smiles*  There’s a woman outside, she saw us dock, an’ she guessed you were aboard.  She’s real pretty, she’s got long black hair, an’ blue eyes.  She says to tell you Capucine wants to accept your offer of a drink.

Corso *shoots him an angry glance*  You are a real offspring of your mother, you pirate ...  Capucine?  A woman?  *instantly he is awake*  Quick, I need a brush up, I can't meet any woman like this.  *he straightens his glasses and tries to smooth his hair, looks at his clothes that are as crumpled as they usually are, gets up swearing and muttering to himself.*  You owe me, son.  One book doesn't cover for this.  *he tries to look threatening but knows himself that he fails, then he staggers past Raven, blinks in the sunshine*  Blimey, this IS Fiji!  *and when his eyes adjust to the bright glare of the sun, he finally turns to the woman, a bit unsure.  He knows he has made more offers for a drink, more than he cares to remember, and usually he's turned down.  He doesn't have a faintest recollection of who she might be, but she looks fetching enough ... *  Er- hello, darling.  How are you?

Capucine *looks him over, a bemused smile on her face*  Dean Corso, as I live and breathe!  *she laughs, moves closer to him, brings a soft hand to his face, runs her fingers through his hair*  You don’t have any idea who I am, do you?  No worries, I don’t imagine you would remember me among all your Fiji lady acquaintances.  But I can tell you this, I’m probably the only one you’ll run into who won’t want to slap the living daylights out of you.  Therefore, you’ll be relatively safe with me.  *she laughs again, pulls him close, her breasts pressing against his arm, brings her lips to his ear, whispers*  The name is Capucine, if that rings a bell at all.  C’mon, let’s go get that drink.  *glances past him at Raven, who stands watching, Miranda by his side*  You boys can spare Mr. Corso for awhile, can’t you?

Raven *nods*  Sure, ma’am, go ahead.

Capucine:  Wonderful.  Come along, Dean.  Unless there’s something else you’d rather do?  *she looks at him, smiles invitingly*

Corso:  What better could I have to do?  Let's go and have a drink, Capucine.  Of course I do remember you, how could I ever forget a face *and his eyes starts to wander* or a body like yours?  *grins*  I hope you define relative safety the same way as I do ... *and he offers his arm to her and leads her away*

At Alifi’s house:

Malachi *opens the door, stares, shakes his head*  I guess I’ll never be able to get away from you, will I, trouble girl?  *he reaches out, embraces Manouche, grins over her shoulder at Blake*

Manouche *hugs him*  Not a chance, mate.  Ye’d die o’ boredom without me, an’ ye bloody well know it.  *she looks at him, smiling*  Well, ye look none th’ worse fer wear, though I’m not sure I’d know ye in a police lineup with that growth.  *she gently slaps at his beard*

Malachi:  Makes for a decent disguise, don’t it?  *he brings them inside to the living room, where Boadicea sits near the fire.  He pours two more drinks*  Here, we have some good brandy, I think even Blake’ll approve.  *hands them glasses*  You know Boadicea …

Boadicea *fixes a stern eye on Manouche*  How have you been, dreamer?

Manouche *a little uncomfortable*  I … I been sound, luv.  I ain’t forgotten how ye helped us some time ago …

Boadicea *snorts*  Nothing you couldn’t have done on your own if you hadn’t been so impatient.  You’d best be careful, messin’ about with such things.  You probably shouldn’t have come here, but knowing how you are, I don’t suppose anyone could’ve talked any sense into you.

Blake:  Not for lack of trying, ma’am.  *everyone looks at him, a little surprised; they wait anxiously for a rebuff from Boadicea*

Boadicea *gazes at him, nods approvingly*  Ahh, so you’re a very good match for her, I see.  Good.  Just keep trying, young man, that’s all I can tell you.  *takes a drink, looks at Manouche again*  As long as you’re here, you’ll make yourself useful, and do try not to get into further trouble, as is your wont.

Manouche *starts to protest, then stops herself; blushes slightly, responds meekly*  Aye, ma’am, I’ll do me best.  *looks at Malachi*  What’s th’ plan, then, mate?  Why is it we’re not simply doin’ a cut an’ run, while th’ runnin’s good?

Malachi *grim*  I have a score to settle, with a certain Captain Ferran.  His ship’s docked here, The Resquille.  They tried to shanghai me, more or less, and I escaped.  I figure now it’s payback time.  *he picks up a few papers on the table, from the files he nicked from the police station; holds them out to her*  I could easily play havoc with him on a legal level, but that’s not enough.  I’ve decided to take his ship.  He’s got a sizeable crew … did you and Blake bring reinforcements?

Manouche:  I ‘ave a crew, an’ they’re at yer disposal, t’ be sure.  *she takes the pages from him, looks them over*  I see what yer sayin’, this Ferran must be quite a burr under th’ saddle o’ the local law, with all these offenses.  *pauses, looks at him*  I’m not sure how I knew, but … I ‘ad a feelin’ about all this.  With all of us workin’ together, I reckon this is an attainable goal, as it were.  *takes a drink*  Any o’ th’ old crowd in on this caper?

Malachi:  Spider.  Not sure about anyone else.

Manouche *grins*  Spider!  Blimey, he’s worth two as it is.  He’s bloody brilliant.  Right, then what’s left is t’ plan a borrowin’ of th’ Resquille, an’ return to Deppville, so ye can be reunited with yer bonnie lass.

Malachi *looks at her quickly*  How is she?  How is Miranda?

Manouche:  She were fine last I knew of, mate, no worries.  She’ll be a sight better once ye return to ‘er.  She can’t do much more’n think o’ you.  Yer in ‘er thoughts constant.  *she smiles as he beams*  She tried t’ come with me on this trip, but I wouldn’t ‘ave any of it.  Didn’t want to endanger ‘er.

Malachi *nods*  Good.  This is no place for her.  That sounds like something she would do, though, doesn’t it?  Crazy bright eyes … *he looks dreamy-eyed*

Boadicea *sneers*  You’d best keep your wits about you, put romance aside till your work’s done, savvy?  Elsewise you’ll never accomplish what you set out to do.  *she rises, starts for the door*  That’ll be Perhan … *the others watch her, then look at each other, surprised, as they hear steps outside the door.  Boadicea opens it, sees Perhan and Alphonse*  I’ll be dashed.  Corso!

Perhan *laughs*  Corso’s cousin Alphonse, dear Boadicea.  *they enter, Alphonse looking a little overwhelmed; Perhan tries to reassure him, starts introductions*  Here we are, mate, this is Boadicea, that’s Malachi … *he raises his eyebrows*  By the powers, Manouche!  We were just talking about you …

Alphonse *sees Manouche, rolls his eyes*  Oh, no!  Perhaps I should stay at a hotel … *he starts to turn from the room, but Perhan grabs his arm*

Manouche *stands up, laughing*  Don’t be daft, lad!  C’mon in, yer as safe an’ comfortable ‘ere as ye would be anywhere else in these parts, I promise ye.

Malachi *stares at Alphonse as he comes into the room*  I’ll be damned … you look just like Dean.

Alphonse *icily*  So I’ve been told, repeatedly.  *takes out his handkerchief, dusts off a portion of the couch before sitting down.  Glances around doubtfully, looks at Boadicea*  Finally, someone who looks to be in charge around here.  Madame, do you suppose I could get a little something to eat, perhaps a nice Croque-Monsieur or something?  And a little sherry … *looks distastefully at his hands*  And some disinfectant, followed by a good hand-cream.  I have calluses you wouldn’t believe, and god only knows what else I may have picked up from that sordid drinkery where I met Mr. Perhan.

Manouche *rolls her eyes, then looks quickly at Boadicea, who’s glaring at Alphonse*  Steady on, luv!  He’s harmless, jus’ new to th’ ways o’ the seafarin’ life, is all.  *she digs in her pocket, brings out a gold coin, moves closer to Boadicea*  Tell ye what, mate … stay ‘ere an’ tend t’ Mr. Corso fer a time, an’ this coin is yers.  I know ye ‘ave a weakness fer unusual coins such as this’un, an’ I’m sure it’ll be a welcome addition t’ yer collection.  I want t’ go to this tavern an’ speak with Spider, an’ I want Mr. Blake an’ Malachi to come with me.  Do us a favor, all right?  *she hands the coin to Boadicea*

Boadicea *takes the coin, examines it, bites it, then nods admiringly*  It’s the genuine article, and you’re right, it’s one I don’t have.  *she looks at Manouche sharply*  Very well, dreamer, but don’t press your luck.  The three of you make it quick, savvy?

Manouche:  Cheers, mate.  *motions to Malachi and Blake, they follow her to the door.  She stands on the porch, listens for a moment before pulling the door shut; hears Alphonse*

Alphonse:  Thank you, Madame Boadicea.  *sighs deeply*  I can’t wait to get back to civilization, find a spa where I can indulge in a quality seaweed wrap …

Blake *murmurs to Manouche*  We’d better hurry back before she turns him into a toad.  *Manouche laughs, shuts the door behind them as they leave, head to town*

At From Hell Court:

Isabella *smiles and tugs the note into the pocket of her jeans*  Thanks.  *Finishes her drink and is about to rise when a man sits down by the table; smiles as she recognizes him*

Sands *grins*  A street-smart girl like you should’ve known she was being watched.

Isabella *eyes him reprovingly*  It’s really very rude to listen in on people’s conversation.  *Smiles*  But it is good to see you, Sheldon.

Sands *returns the smile*  You too.  *Grins*  I should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to stay away from a place like Deppville.

Isabella *laughs*  I am finding it very fascinating.  But what are you doing here?  Stirring up trouble?

Sands *makes a dramatic hand gesture*  Isn’t that what we do best?  *Lowers voice*  Actually, I’m working for the security office; it’s a pretty good deal.  I keep an eye on whomever the Commander has a grudge against and occasionally report back to her.

Isabella *rolls her eyes*  You’re working for Portsmith?  Have you no self-respect?

Sands:  I’m not saying she’s my new best friend!  It pays the bills and keeps her somewhat off my back, which is not at all a bad thing.  So what are you up to?

Isabella *hesitantly*  I don’t know if I should tell you now that you’re working for the Commander; I may very well be one of the people she has a grudge against.

Sands *reassuringly*  Come on, I wouldn’t report on you.  I may be working for her, but I still know where my loyalty lies.

Isabella *Gazes at him for a moment trying to read him; leans in over the table, lowers voice*  I’m doing research for an article about Deppville and the strange occurrences that have happened here.  I’m not sure how people would feel about that, so I’m trying to keep a low profile.

Sands *grins*  And we all know you’re so good at that …

Isabella *Shoots him a look*  Yeah, like someone else I know.

Sands:  OK, got me there.

Isabella *smiles, puts on her jacket*  Well, it’s been nice catching up with you, but I really should be on my way, got some apartments to check out.  *Rises and takes her handbag.*  But then you already know since you listened to the entire conversation.

Sands *smiles innocently*  Sorry.  *Rises and goes with her outside on the street*  You take care and try not to get into too much trouble.  *Lowers eyes, then looks at her apologetically*  By the way, I’m sorry about what happened last I saw you … friends shouldn’t—

Isabella *stops him*  It’s OK, don’t worry about it.  I never saw it as you taking advantage of me.  I needed comfort and you were there, as much my fault as yours.  *Gives him a light kiss on the cheek; smiles*  I never did thank you for saving my ass in New York, so thank you.  *Walks away in direction of the Shark’s Tooth*

Sands *smiles*  Anytime.

At Chez Roux:

Portsmith *steps out of her castle in the fresh new morning and gets in her shiny black SUV to drive to Chez Roux.  The castle seems pleasantly quiet now that the squealing brats are gone for at least a while.  She starts to contemplate moving their room somewhere else where their noise would not disturb her so much.  She checks her new fishnet stockings and the little more open cleavage than yesterday, adjusts her hat with a little larger feather and drives off.  She parks right at the doors of Chez Roux and walks in staring icily down some stupid ignorant tourist who has dared to occupy HER booth until the man skulks away, pretending to be ready with his breakfast.  Portsmith nods to a waitress, who hurries to tidy the table, and sits down to wait for Willy*

Willy *pulls up to Chez Roux in his black Lincoln, sees Portsmith's car and parks next to it, strolls in, smiling warmly to the tourist, who cautiously smiles back.  He sees Portsmith and nods to her, walks over and has a seat across from her, immediately noticing the extra cleavage she is showing; "Fantabulous ..."  clears his throat*  Good morning, Portsmith, how are you today?

Portsmith: *notices his gaze and curses for having sat down to wait for him. Now he can't see her legs in the uniform miniskirt and fishnet stockings* I am fine. What would you like to have?

Willy *pauses, thinking*  Oh I think I'll just have my usual morning omelet with toast and a nice hot cup of hot chocolate.

Portsmith *signs to the waiter for the order.  She chooses herself a cup of white tea, and stares incredulously at the waiter when she tells they haven't any 'white tea'*  Don't tell me that you don't have green tea either?  I'll take it with a thin slice of lemon, and don't forget to put first the lemon slice in the cup, and don't try to serve me any tea where the water isn't freshly boiled.  I don't want any dishwater.  Let it brew exactly three minutes and 35 seconds.  Thank you.  *she rolls her eyes*  What is this place coming to?  No white tea?  And when they bring the tea they sure have soaked it too long and it has turned bitter.  I haven't had the pleasure of seeing the triplets.  Are you sure that you don't want to sign them for the Youth Program?

Willy *watches with an arched brow, smiles at the waitress, speaks sarcastically*  I'm in shock too, Portsmith.  *pauses*  Well, you are welcome to see them when you please, but I don't think they need to be in the Youth program.

Portsmith:  I was sure you would understand, being such a real gentleman.  But you still should reconsider the Youth Program.  It is about the future of us all that I am concerned, and the children are the future.  You know how much I *she slightly gags at the word* love all the bra.. all the children.  *eagerly*  Am I really welcome at the factory?

Willy *his cocoa arrives, he sips it*  I am well aware that they are our future, Portsmith, probably more than any man in this town.  I raise my children well.  The Youth Program sounds like quite the group ... but I'm just not interested.  And yes, I have spoken to you before about visiting the factory.  It's always open.

Portsmith *looks at her tea with suspicion, sniffs at it, before having a taste of it*  The lemon is too thick.  *she glares at the waiter*  Next time, remember that it has to be a very thin slice.  Thin.  *and she slaps the table with her open palm*  I am not trying to say that you can't raise your children, but don't they need a bigger group with some united goals?  So … *she wriggles uncomfortably on her seat* … what are you suggesting regarding those deMarco kids?

Willy *jumps at the sound of her hand, nearly spilling his cocoa*  How big of a group can they be around, Portsmith?  They live in a damned factory!  And their goals ARE united.  They are to become the owners of my factory.  All of them, of course, their options are still open if they have other plans.  Regarding my godchild and her brother, I want them in my custody.

Portsmith:  But I was thinking about the goals somewhat less restricted.  I would like all the children of Deppville united under the same banner, as it were.  You know what my guidelines are: Security, Order, Purity and Truth!  You may still want to reconsider it ... *she sips her tea*  But I do have their custody now.  Don signed the papers.  *gets a sly expression*  Though it can of course be negotiated.  But I can't break the poor parents' trust for nothing, don't you agree?  And how about their goals in life?

Willy:  Children have rights to be unique.  They don't have to be united all under the same banner.  My kids are going to do very well.  They have security, order, purity, and truth right where they are.  *drinks more of cocoa, his food comes, he cuts his omelet into pieces, figuring he probably shouldn't be "himself" since Madame isn’t there*  The DeMarcos trust us as we trust them with everything.  *arches a brow and looks up*  Negotiate?

Portsmith *watches him eat*  What do I get if you get the kids and the custody?  *she starts to pout childishly again*  I get nothing and I'll be the laughing stock of the whole town.  I will lose my authority.  *she shoves aside her empty cup*  You are just being mean to me.

At the hospital:

Ichy *fainting, doesn't feel how his head hits the hard floor, but he sees small white stars, and he hears faintly a familiar voice singing a tune, just like his mother used to in their own enchanted garden, and when he lifts his head, he finds out that he lies on soft lush grass, and the stars are petals of fragrant apple blossom raining down on him from the trees, and content and happy he lies back with a smile, knowing that he is in his mother's garden, and the singing grows louder, it is his mother, and she has a sky blue dress and apple blossom and roses in her long hair, and she bends down and smiles at him, calls to him, but her voice seems to come from afar - Ichabod, Ichabod ... He rises up and she takes his hands, and starts to whirl around with him, faster and faster and the trees, flowers and the sky, they all become a blur, the only thing that he can see distinctly is the loved face of his mother, her innocent but at the same time knowing eyes holding his gaze.  He gazes enthralled at her face, and she is the most beautiful woman he ever has seen, and her spirit is as beautiful and clean as her face, nobody could be like her and take her place in his heart, and they whirl faster and faster, and he feels how his feet are released from the ground, he floats lightly in the air with her, and she smiles and smiles at him, and calls his name:  Ichabod, Ichabod .. And he feels tears in his eyes*  Nobody but you, mother, you are the only one, mother ... I love you, mother* and his mother goes on smiling and holding his hands and they rise above the treetops and he starts to feel dizzy, and she starts to fade away, he tries to keep her by her hands, but her fingers just glide from his grip, and they become transparent, and her face starts to fade.*  Mother, don't leave me, mother .. *and the magic breaks when she is gone, and he falls down, down, and he hits his head hard and opens his eyes to see the sterile white cold walls of the hospital, and a nurse staring him right in the face like he were something strange and not quite acceptable*  She's gone ..

The nurse *patiently*  No she isn't.  I tried to tell you that she is a fighter.  The operation is soon over, Mr. Crane.  You can see her when she has woken up.

Ichy *with all the dignity he can muster lying on the floor*  That's Constable Crane, nurse.  I will tell her about my mother when she is able to listen.  She will understand.

The nurse *tired*  Whatever, Constable Crane.  You can tell her what you want, Constable Crane.  I just wanted to keep you informed.  Constable.

At From Hell Court:

Isabella *enters The Shark Tooth; another tavern in From Hell Court; she approaches the bartender, puts on a smile*  Hello, how are you?  I’m looking for Spinky, could you point me in direction, please?

Bartender *not very impressed by her sweet smile answers indifferently*  Who’s Spinky?

Isabella *stops smiling and rolls her eyes as she places a bill on the counter*  Barbara referred me.

Bartender *takes a bill and suddenly breaks into a smile*  Did she now?  *With an almost dreamy expression*  Barbara is a nice girl.  *Stretches out his hand*  Spinky at your service, now how may I help you?

Isabella *shakes her head*  So a sweet smile from a girl isn’t enough anymore?

Spinky *smiles*  Not in this neighbourhood.  Now what do you want?

Isabella:  Heard you have apartments for rent.

Spinky *smiles at the thought of rent money*  You heard right!  Let’s go take a look.  *Digs out a dirty and wrinkly jacket from underneath the counter, grabs a set of keys and walks around the counter gesturing Isabella to follow him.  He leads her outside to the building next door*

Isabella *From the outside the building looks like it’s only moments away from collapsing, but the interior looks slightly better. Isabella notes that the walls in the stairway could use new wallpaper and a spot of paint, but at least it looks fairly clean.  She follows Spinky up to the third floor; he unlocks the door and they enter an apartment.  Isabella looks around the room; it’s a fairly large room with a small kitchen in one end and in the other end a door leads to a bathroom.  The place clearly hasn’t been cleaned since the last tenant moved out and it hasn’t been painted for years, but the wallpaper is intact for the most part and with a bit of effort it could become quite nice.  She turns to Spinky*  How much?

Spinky *wonders to himself how much he can get away with; undoubtedly Barbara has done more than just give the girl his name; he takes out a pad and pen and writes down a number; hands the pad to Isabella.  She reads the number, glares at him and writes down half the amount just as Barbara advised her to; hands it back to Spinky.  He reads the amount and scratches his head; grumpily*  How about we meet half-way?

Isabella *smiles and shakes his hand*  You got yourself a deal, Spinky.  *hands him a few bills*

Spinky *counts the money, nods and hands her the key*  Come by the bar when the two months you paid for are up.  *Puts the money in his pocket and leaves*

At the hospital:

*As Ichy lays on the floor the surgeon finish up on Ava stitching the finale part of her wound the aneathatist starts to bring Ava around hoping that she is all right. Ava is woozy from all the pain killers and sedation she can hardly keep her eyes open.*

Nurse: *up close to Ava's face the noises start whirl around Ava's head* Ava honey your in the hospital. *Ava looks at her, her eyes a slightly glazed over stroking her head* you have just had major surgery. I expect you be wondering if  Mr *stops* sorry constable Crane is still here. You did shout for him a lot he is still here but when I left him he was on the floor *rolling her eyes* He fainted again it doesn't surprise me. *holding her hand* I gave him your necklace that you wanted him to have. *Ava closes her eyes* You rest my dear you have had a bad day really haven't you. * she carries on stroking Ava's head moving her hair out of her face. Ava opens her eyes again* you will fight it wont you Ava. You need to rest it's the only way you will get better dear.

Ava: *tries to gather her strength to speak but it comes out so quitely* Don where is he

Nurse: Ava your husband not here *sighs* Im not the one who can tell you where he is either maybe you should ask Constable Crane. * she turns to the other nurse* what shall I tell her. I cant just say sorry Ava your husband did this to you and now he's in the lock up.

Ava: *quietly* I need him.

Nurse: Ava what you need right now is to rest.  *The nurse lifts the bars on the side of the bed and wheel Ava out. Her eyes shut as they wheel her down to her room. The nurse gently lift Ava onto her bed which is facing the window the sun shines on her face warming her up. The nurses give Ava extra blankets to keep her warm as she is still cold. Thoughts run through Ava's head, she is in a dream like state Sam and Lola playing pirates together on the beach while Ava watches over them smiling to herself*
 
Sam: Mama look im a pirate just like Captain Jack Sparrow *Sam waves his plastic sword* Im looking for gold and my ship

Lola: I want a ship just like Manouche's Mama she's so pretty mama. *she brushes her Manouche dolls hair and tries to talk like Manouche* I like Manouche can we see her soon and Mr Blake too he tells good stories.

Sam: yes mama can we. Manouche said I could go on her ship

Ava: Did she now I *laughs* I suppose we can but we must ask Papa first. Where is your father

Don: *smiling* her I am my dear I brought Ice cream.* the children turn and giggle* for all five of us.

Sam: but papa there is only four of us.

Sarah’s Letter to Godalming:

Sarah *takes her jacket from the stand and puts it on, then puts the leash on Beth*  You wait here … *goes into Barrie’s study where he’s sitting by the desk working; smiles and kisses him on the cheek*  I’m going over to the store now, thank you for lunch.

Barrie *slightly absentminded*  Alright, I’ll see you later.  *Looks up from his notes*  You are coming over here tonight, are you not?

Sarah *nods*  Yes, I am.  *Kisses him on the cheek again*  Bye.

Barrie *smiles*  ‘Bye.

Sarah *leaves Barrie’s house with Beth and begins walking towards the bookstore; on her way she stops by the post office and posts a letter to Godalming about the book launch.  She continues to the bookstore, which has a new window and the writing on the façade washed away*

Dear Mr. Godalming,

It is with much regret that I write this letter, but circumstances don’t give me much choice. Shortly after I had hung up your poster in the shop window, someone smashed the window with a rock and left a very disturbing message on the façade of the shop with spray-paint. As much as it pains me, I will have to cancel the book launch. I am not much for letting others dictate what I can and cannot sell in my own store, but I fear not only for my own safety, but also for those close to me. I hope that you understand.

Sincerely,

Sarah Moon