Being where Mei-June takes steps to ensure her privacy as she explores Mort’s property ... Raven goes to From Hell Court to help Abberline … Elliott and Emina realize that the two stowaways on their romantic getaway are most opportune … Alphonse escorts Candy back to Bournemouth House, where she’s stunned by the changes in Chiana … Gili brings the missing Dawn to Rártigíllichal … Ava finds it difficult to have quality alone-time with her new son … Kidd appears at Bournemouth House, much to Abberline’s contempt … Manouche stubbornly refuses to believe the rumors about Kat’s death … Kat learns that her spirit has been manipulated to save the life of a witch named Danee … and Willy is plagued by nightmares as the healing continues for his relationship with Madame.

At Mort Rainey’s:

Mei-June *approaches the cabin in the small car she rented from the agency near the air strip.  She parks about a half mile away, walks toward the property; she ignores the cabin itself, makes her way toward the cornfield.  She stops short as she sees another car.  She frowns, moves closer, very slowly and quietly.  She peers inside the car, sees a couple in the back seat, sleeping heavily, entwined in each other’s arms, their clothes disheveled.  Mei-June scowls; the last thing she needs is interlopers.  She glances around, sees something she can use – a small frog that’s made its way up from the lake.  She picks it up, sets it on a tree stump, stares at it fixedly, intently.  The frog looks up at her for a moment with its shiny eyes, then it trembles slightly, without a sound, and a pale mist seems to develop from out of nowhere and envelop the creature.  It shimmers, starts to expand and change its features, and within seconds it has become a huge, grotesque man, several heads taller than Mei-June, the arms muscular, the hands large, the face set with cruel lines.  The man looks at the couple in the car, then at Mei-June, who murmurs something to him in a strange language.  He grins nastily, stands up; Mei-June ducks behind a tree and watches him as he approaches the car, smacks the side of it hard with an open palm.  The couple cry out and jump with fright.*

Melody:  Cash!!  *she points at the man, horrified, cowering behind her husband, then starts adjusting her clothing*

Cash *taken aback for a moment, quickly recovers and glares at the man insolently*

Man *looks at Cash threateningly*  We don’t allow trespassers ‘roun’ here, buddy.  You an’ your lil’ bit here had better git while y’ can.

Cash *sneers*  And what if we’re not ready to leave just yet?

Man *leans closer till he’s almost nose-to-nose with Cash, snarls unpleasantly*  Then y’ may find y’ have to do without certain thangs yew been right used to!!

Cash *laughs*  Is that so?  Well I’d sure like to—  *his words freeze in his throat at the sound of his own voice.  He turns to Melody, who’s staring at him wide-eyed*

Melody *whispers*  C-Cash … what’s happened to your voice?

Man *shrugs*  I’ll tell y’ whut happened to it, lil’ lady.  It’s a voice befittin’ his new-found freedom from his manly duties, is one way-a lookin’ at it.  *snickers*  Ah reckon the highfalutin’ word fer it is eunuch.  Turns a feller into a soprano jus’ like that.  *snaps his fingers; the loud sound in the silence of the woods makes the couple jump*

Cash *squeals*  No!!  *he looks down at his lap, wails*

Man *languidly*  Now, unless y’ wanta stay that way indefinite-like, y’ better hightail it right outta here on the double, without another word!  An’ then mebbe – jus’ mebbe – ye’ll git that lil’ thang back.  *laughs heartily as Cash starts the car swiftly without waiting to hear another word, Melody sobbing and babbling incoherently.  The car backs away, tears out of the cornfield, its tires skidding.  The man listens until the car engine can no longer be heard; once again, the area falls silent*

Mei-June comes out from hiding, smiles pleasantly at the man, bows slightly before him; he nods respectfully in response.  She holds his eyes with hers for a moment, then the mist returns, envelops him as before, and within seconds he’s a little frog once more.  She picks him up gently, carries him to the lake shore, sets him down.  He looks up at her for a moment, then turns and splashes into the water.  She presses her hands together, bows slightly in his direction.  Then she turns away from the lake, returns to the cornfield, thinking now she can proceed with her assessment in peace.  Thank heavens her father is keeping Mr. Rainey well occupied at the Court … *

At From Hell Court:

Raven *makes his way through the crowded, smoky room, finds the old familiar stairs, enters the den.  He squints, soon finds his father; steps through the room, stands over Abberline, his face grim and surprisingly grown up*  Get up, Father.

Abberline: *mumbles, tries to focus his eyes* Whhat? *he sees a boy's face, somewhat familiar, hovering over him* Buzz off, boy, I did pay ...

Raven *starts to reply, then stops himself.  He looks carefully at Abberline, concentrates; his eyes widen in horror as he realizes this is a Frederick Abberline from another time.  The sensation is a shock to his system, taking him back to his own former self with a dizzying speed – his years with True Dreamer, all brought alive with shocking clarity, as if she’s right in the room with them, then they’re none of them in the opium den at all, they’re in the secluded area of the reservation he shared with True Dreamer and a few others … he feels something tugging at him, like quicksand, and for a moment he considers how nice it might be to just surrender to it, answer the call, retreat back to those days, so happy, relatively carefree, before he ever knew his parents, his only world True Dreamer and her friends … none of his immediate family turning away from him uncomfortably because of his gifts, no one walking out with threats of never coming back, no fights within the household … then with an unpleasant jolt, he’s returned to the scene of True Dreamer’s murder and his own abduction … he swiftly brings his hands to his eyes, blocks everything out.  He slowly uncovers his eyes, sees he’s back in the den, back in the present … but his father has retreated to the past and remains there.  He swallows, looks down at Abberline, changes his approach*  M-Mister Abberline … you’re wanted at home.  It’s … it’s your wife … Victoria … she says please come home, all is forgiven, she just wants you to be with her.  *holds out a hand*  Will you come with me, sir?

Abberline: *confused* Did she send for me? Is she ... is she crying? *he takes the offered hand and with difficulty struggles up* Who are you? Have I seen you before? Here's a penny for your troubles. *he digs into his pockets but doesn't find any coins. Those bastards have searched him again while he was dreaming, they don't dare touch his wallet, but they don't balk at thieving the small coins*  Sorry, I am out of money now. I'm sure she will give your reward to you. *he leans against the wall and breathes in the smoky hot air* I'm ready.

Raven *manages to keep his voice steady*  I – I’m just a friend, sir.  I help out at Bournemouth House, but … it’s mostly chores during the day, when – when you’re at the office, or out investigating, or … *he wants to sob; pauses, turns away as he composes himself.  Turns back to Abberline, manages a smile*  Your – your wife is a very kind lady.  She’s even been … she’s been lettin’ me use a room in your house on occasion.  I’m glad to have this chance to thank you, sir.  No reward necessary.  I’m sure I’d be in a low place indeed, with other unfortunate children, if not for you an’ your lovely missus.  *he takes Abberline’s hand, leads him up the stairs and out of the tavern*  C’mon with me, sir, your missus’ll be so glad to have you at home.

Abberline: *stops when they are in the fresh air, looks close at the boy* Bournemouth House? But ... that's not where she is, she is at my house. Why should she be there when mother didn't even want to attend the wedding? Or ... *it's like the opium fumes floating in his brain disperse, and in a blinding flash it all comes back to him, and slowly he sinks down on the dirty alley and starts to sob like a child* They said that she ... she burned her ship and went down with it .... It's happening again ....

Raven *watches, a flood of relief sweeps over him as he sees Abberline is back to himself.  He sits down next to Abberline, brings his arms around him comfortingly*  Father, she’s not dead … I know she’s not, I just know it … I … *he tries to think; where is Kat?  He’s certain she’s not dead, but he can’t place where she is.  He believes he feels her presence somewhere, but … the face isn’t hers.  He shakes his head in confusion, then speaks to Abberline again*  Father, I promise, she didn’t go down with the ship.  I – I can’t tell where she is, but I know she’s alive.  We’ll find her, Father, I know we will, please don’t cry.

Portsmith: *on her round for merchandise, stops in front of them and prods Abberline with her sharp boot* Look at you, Inspector! You are a disgrace to the whole Security. Did they throw you out of that abominable place where all the worst scum are accepted. You've gone downhill, Fred, since you decided to betray me and step on the side of the enemy. Or where you just feasting the birth of a new brat out of wedlock? You must feel so proud of yourself, lying there in the dust and dirt in the gutter. *she kicks him once more and with a smirk, moves on, watching for her prey*

Abberline: *tiredly* She's right. I'm good for nothing. I should not have married your mother. I should have left things as they are. She's a free soul, and I became her janitor.  But she's free now.  *he wipes his face on his sleeve and staggers up with Raven's help, with trembling hands lights a cigarette* Maybe this is where I really belong ...

Raven *watches Portsmith go as he helps Abberline*  Father, you don’t belong here.  Whatever happens between you an’ Mother, you still have your children.  You have me an’ Chiana … *he pauses, wondering if he should even mention her; he takes a deep breath*  An’ there’s Faith.  Don’t you wanna go see Faith?  She’ll be comin’ to Bournemouth House soon, she needs her father.

Abberline: *bitterly* And how many disappointments more are you ready to take? *he brushes his coat and lights another cigarette.* I don't even dare to think about Faith.  *he sighs heavily * I don't think she needs me. She needs a good mother and a good father and a good home to grow in. I can't give her that.

Raven:  But what about when she’s older, an’ she wants to know who her father is?  *grabs Abberline’s sleeve*  Remember how it was with you an’ me when we first met?  But look at us now, we’re much closer.  An’ no matter what’s happened, I’m glad to know who my parents are.  *he looks back at the tavern doorway, where another customer has come stumbling out, tripping down onto the pavement and cursing.  Raven looks again to Abberline*  Besides … don’t ya wanna even see her?  Don’t ya wanna even try to make a home for her?  That’s what Mother wanted you to do.  Even if Mother doesn't come back to you, you still have a good home, an' Marta, an' Candy.  An' me an' Chiana, we're her half brother an' sister.  Don't you think Faith would want all that?

On Malachi’s ship:

Emina: *She isn't sure about Elliott’s grin* If you want us to go ashore than we can and if you don't want us to then we don't have to. My love it's up to you *she isn't sure on the idea she's heard some horror stories*

Elliott:  We won’t go, then.  There’s really nothin’ of interest for us there.  It’s not the best place for a romantic holiday.  *the crew brings the ship into the slip at Tortuga, secures it.  Two seconds later, they’re all yelling and clamoring, practically running over each other to leave the ship.  The minute they’re ashore, they start chatting up the nearest women; Elliott watches them, grins, shakes his head*  It’s a good place for other kinds of holidays, though, that’s for sure.  *he looks again at the lower deck, frowns as he sees one crew member has remained behind, a slight figure in an oversized coat and large hat.  He secures the wheel, makes his way down to the deck, calls out to the sailor*  Ahoy!  You there!  Off you go.  It’s Tortuga, savvy?  *the figure turns and looks at him, and he stares in amazement*  J-Johanna!  What’re you—   *he sees another figure rise up from behind a large barrel, and he recognizes the young man from Emina’s bakery, the one who’s been so sweet on Johanna*  You!  Now how did you two get … *he sees their expressions, a mixture of fear at being caught, shyness, and loving glances stolen at each other; nods*  I see.  *he calls up to Emina*  Come down here, my dear.  Looks like we have a more acceptable crew to help us from here.  At least, there’ll be no problems with you wearin’ your bikini.  *smiles at the couple*  They only have eyes for each other.

Emina: What do you mean Elliott *turns around and sees them; both her eyes flare* Elliott, who’s watching the shop who’s watching it … my shop … Elliott do something … Oh dear … Elliott I can’t afford them too!

Johanna: I’m sorry Emina I… I…

Emina: *glares and turns back to Elliott* I don’t care if they have eyes for each other, this was our holiday, mine and yours and no one else! Why must everything happen to us? I just wanted it to be me an’ you so we could be alone, and now we have stowaways.

Anthony: Emina please forgive Johanna it was my idea to leave Deppville on this ship.  I heard you talking and I thought your holiday was next week.

Emina: *she hates being mean but they have annoyed her so much* Well I hope you’ve learnt a valuable lesson do not listen to other peoples’ conversations. I hate being mean, but if you only asked, I would have given you time off, Johanna. *sighs* You know how much this holiday meant to me and you know how long I have planned it for. And you know very well how much I paid for it and now I'm going have to work major overtime now.

Elliott *watches Emina, surprised*  Emina!  *to Johanna and Anthony*  Wait right here.  *he takes Emina by the arm, walks her a few feet away, lowers his voice*  Emina, what are you saying?  Don’t you see how much money we’ll save with these two on board instead of the crew we just released here at Tortuga?  Those men were going to cost five times as much as these two.  An’ Johanna an’ Anthony won’t be in our way, won’t be interruptin’ us.  Have you forgotten what it’s like when two people first get together?  They’re so grateful to be here, on a ship together, they’ll help sail the ship an’ we won’t even know they’re about.  I thought you’d be delighted.  This is far better an’ cheaper than a crew of pirates.  *arches a brow at her*  You didn’t seem to mind that we were sharin’ our time with that lot.  They would’ve been on board for the whole trip if I hadn’t let ‘em go.

Emina: yes … but … *she knows Elliott is right and the last thing she wants is to argue with him. She puts her head down in shame and speaks very quietly* I’m sorry Elliott … maybe… I should go in to the cabin for a while I think I need to repent ... Elliott please don’t say that I didn’t mean it like that at all. I never enjoyed them looking at me if you want to know I found icky! I only enjoyed you looking at me seeing you smile at me makes me feel comfortable. I know what it’s like, of course I do, but they did pick a choice time to hitch a ride, you have to admit.

Elliott:  It’s okay, don’t worry about it.  I’m just tryin’ to understand what you’re so upset about.  We’ve gone from a whole ship-load of people – men who would’ve been leering at us the whole time – to two very cooperative young people who’ll manage the ship an’ leave us alone, an’ they’ll prob’ly do it all for free, just for this chance to be together.  I was happy to get rid of the crew, but truth be told, I wasn’t sure how we would fare just the two of us.  I know Malachi an’ Miranda have sailed this lil’ ship together, but they’re both more experienced with it than you an’ I.  So when I saw our stowaways, I thought it was good news.  *he looks past her, sees Johanna and Anthony watching them anxiously, holding hands; adds*  It was a little odd, their stowin’ away, but … well, we don’t always think clearly when we’re first in love.  *grins, then looks down at her*  Your shop will be fine.  You told me you had all the orders caught up, you’d planned to leave it closed while you were gone anyway.  As far as I can tell, there’s not a thing to worry about.  *he takes her in his arms, gazes into her eyes*  So what I suggest … no, I take that back, I’m captain, I’m givin’ an order … I want you to retire to our quarters, stop at the galley for a bottle of wine on your way.  I’ll put our stowaways to work, an’ I’ll join you directly, where we can continue this conversation in private.  Savvy?  *winks*

Emina: I’m glad you’re thinking straight because I think this heats getting to me *giggles*. This is why you’re the smartest man in the world Elliott, you know everything and can think up a plan in seconds ... I suppose we don’t do we? I got kicked out of a convent *shrugs* but that was the best thing that could have happened to me because I got you and Dawn.  Aye aye Captain maybe you could teach me some pirate ways if I am to survive at sea. *with that she leaves him with a lingering kiss and she walks away her hips sway*

Elliott *watches her go, shakes his head, mumbles to himself*  I better learn some pirate ways to make sure I survive at sea, as well!  *he turns, looks at Johanna and Anthony, speaks sternly, but his eyes twinkle*  All right, you two, look alive!  We’ve got no earthly reason to linger here at Tortuga, understand?  Weigh anchor, all hands!  Prepare to make sail!  *he watches Johanna and Anthony hesitate for a moment, as if they can’t believe their ears; then they both smile broadly, and scurry off to get the ship under way.  Elliott laughs softly, turns away, leaves them to it; he crosses the deck briskly, whistling, heads to the captain’s quarters to join Emina*

Anthony: *smiles at Johanna* I've sailed the world, beheld its wonders. From the Dardanelles. To the mountains of Peru but nothing compares to being here with you.

Johanna: Oh Anthony *blushes* I do love being here with you too. You've sailed before?

Anthony: Yes I have Captained a many of a ship Johanna I even saved a drowning man.

Johanna: You saved a man?

Anthony: Yes I did a Mr Sweeney Todd I brought him to London to find his wife and his missing child.

At Bournemouth House:

Candy: *smiles slightly and nervously at Alphonse when the door opens to a crack, two very suspicious eyes glance at the pair, and then the door is flung wide open and both Marta and Chiana fling themselves on Candy, hugging her*

Chiana: Candy! I love you Candy!

Candy: *amazed taken aback, folds her arms around the little girl. It's Chiana, she knows her, but she seems to have grown up years in days. She sighs. She really is needed here, no matter what the Inspector says* Chiana? I ... I love you too! *to Marta, shyly* Is the Inspector at home?

Marta: *shakes her head*

Candy:  Kat?

Marta: *sadly, shakes her head again, she takes a paper and fast jots down a few words* They argued. She left crying.

Candy: *heartbroken, swallows, not to cry in front of Chiana* She will come back, she always does.

Chiana: *tugs her hand* I've got a pony, Daddy bought me a pony, it's out there and he built a fence and Mummy said that I can't ride a pony because I am too small, but I am not! *turns to look at Alphonse* Do you want to see the pony, too?

Alphonse *looking on in amazement*  Chiana?  But … how can this be … *he looks over Candy’s shoulder, sees the note*  Oh dear, so they’ve had another quarrel.  *he feels somewhat relieved that they won’t have to face Abberline, then looks down at Chiana*  A pony … well, certainly, young lady, I would love to see your pony.  *he smiles cordially at Marta, then reaches over and squeezes Candy’s free hand reassuringly*  I think you’re doing the right thing, coming back here.

Candy: *whispers* She needs me. I don't know what happened to her and why, but from now on I will be here and do my duty.* She lets go of Chiana, who runs out to the garden, starts to go after her, giving Alphonse a pained look* Especially now when they have been fighting again. I hate when they do, and I don't understand why they always fall into a quarrel with each other. They don't seem to understand how it feels for the children. It's hard on Chiana. She is a healer. Much of her strength goes to healing her parents ... I don't want her to overdo, she is still small and she has not had the training to be a healer. I will not let her weaken herself for her parents' sake. They have to manage without taking toll on her capacities. She is too small to understand that she has to spare herself. *defiantly* Whatever the Inspector says, I am staying with Chiana.

Alphonse:  Fascinating!  A healer … how on earth has she managed to grow so fast?  There’s so much I don’t understand.  But I believe you’re right.  I can tell just from the way she ran to you, that you’re very important to her and she needs you.  *looks around the room*  I’ve often wondered why the Abberlines have such difficulties getting along.  Such a handsome couple.  And look at this lovely house!  A beautiful home, remarkable children … I’ve met young Raven, quite a lad.  You’d think the Abberlines would be delighted with all the good things life has given them.  I hope they can work out their differences, not just for them but for their children.  *nods toward where Chiana ran*  Shall we go see the pony?  You better keep a close eye on your charge, she’s got a lot of energy.  *smiles*

Candy: *now smiling a tender smile* She is very special, Alphonse. *they come to the fence, and absentmindedly, she reached a hand out to stroke the pony* Chiana, what's his name?

Chiana: Daddy didn't tell me. Can I give him a name on my onesies?

Candy: Of course you can, it's your pony.

Chiana: *frowns, starts to think about a name* It has to be a special name.

Candy: *to Alphonse* Yes, they have everything, but there is one thing they both lack. They are both afraid. They both are so afraid of letting anyone close. I think they are both badly scarred.  And when they feel most insecure they lash out at each other. They don't dare to trust. They are afraid that all they got will fall apart. Poor Inspector, poor Kat. *she sighs* You would think that love conquers all, but it doesn't. It just makes all things harder. *she smirks without joy* I have given all the love I have to Chiana.

Alphonse *strokes the pony’s mane*  It’s a pity.  It’s obvious that Chiana is very fond of you, too.  *pauses, looks at Candy*  Your devotion is commendable, and I hope I’m not prying when I ask this, but I’m curious … I’ve sometimes wondered why your feelings for Chiana are so fierce.  It’s almost as if she’s your child.  Do you feel there’s a special bond between the two of you?  I mean, in your work as a nanny, you must frequently be on guard against becoming too close to the children in your charge, only because you know your time with them is limited.  What’s different about Chiana?  Is it because she’s a healer child?

Candy: I am devoted to my work, it's all I have. And, yes, Chiana is very special. I am really not allowed to talk about it more, but I was sent to protect her. Sorry, I can't say more. *looks at him pleadingly* Please, don't ask me more about it. *then she smiles wistfully* I have been happy living in Bournemouth House.

Alphonse:  Of course, I beg your pardon.  I won’t ask any more questions.  *smiles a little uncertainly*  Well … you already look and sound much better than you did back at your father’s house, though he seems like a fine man, concerned about your welfare.  *waves a hand at the house*  But if this is what’s best for you, and if caring for Chiana is what gives you joy, then it’s what you should do.

Candy: Thanks you. You are so very nice. My father, he may seem to be a devoted father, but he really cares only about his own reputation. Don't understand me wrong, he is a good man, but he is so absorbed in his own fashion world. I'd rather live here. If I get the chance.

At Rártigíllichal:

*After many days of tracking, Gili had finally located Ama, who Marchand had carelessly discarded along with the child Dawn. He performs a traditional ceremony to lay Ama's earthly remains to rest and set her spirit free. Holding Dawn’s hand, they now stand outside Manouche's home.*

Gili: *Reassuringly* You know this place and those within. You will be safe.

Dawn: *Hopefully* Maybe daddy's here.

Gili: Perhaps, if not I'm certain he will come for you soon. His mind must be consumed with worry for you. *Watching her enter the house, he turns toward home.*

Chírilo *running through the house, stops as she hears the front door open and close.  She turns, bolts for the door, stops and smiles as she sees Dawn*  Hey, Dawn!  *she runs up to her, hugs her*  I ain’t seen you in a long time!  Remember when y’ came to th’ house?  Where we was all stayin’ with Malachi an’ Miranda?  Did ya know I live here now?  *proudly*  The Blakes, they adopted me.  *she stops, looks at her more closely*  Are you okay?  You look sorta tired … 

Dawn:  I want my daddy!!

Alifi *coming around the corner, stops, looks at the girls in amazement*  Dawn!  How did you get here?  Why aren’t you … *she stops as she realizes that Dawn is crying for her father.  She comes to Dawn, leans down, speaks comfortingly*  There, now, child, don’t cry.  We’ll get you to your daddy.  I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.  *she hesitates, adds*  Where have you been, child, have you been with your mother?  We all heard that’s where you were, and your daddy was trying to find you, but … well, never mind, it doesn’t matter right now.  *she smiles warmly*  How ‘bout we get you something to eat, and then we’ll see about getting you home as soon as we can reach your daddy.  Would you like that?

Chírilo *excitedly*  There’s lots to do here while they’re findin’ your daddy, Dawn.  Have you seen the horsies?  An’ there’s a new baby in the house!

Dawn *sniffling* You got any ice cream. All I had for the longest time was moldy bread crumbs. Baby? *pouts* I bet that baby has her daddy.

Alifi:  Well, now, it’s funny you mention that, sweet, because actually, the baby doesn’t have her daddy.  Her daddy hasn’t even seen her yet.  But he will.  Just like your daddy’ll see you real soon.  *smiles, stands up, takes her hand*  C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen and get you a nice big bowl of ice cream.  *to Chírilo*  Love, get Mr. Blake and tell him Dawn’s here.  Let’s not wake Manouche, I think she and the baby are asleep.  *Chírilo nods, runs off to find Blake; Alifi leads Dawn to the kitchen*

At the DeMarcos’:

Ava *Walking around the house, cuddles in Valentino. it’s been a two weeks since they arrived home. Their new life has seemed to started off at a hectic pace. If it’s not the paparazzi, it’s Valentino’s new groupies. And much to Don Juan’s anger, his women followers too. For now Ava has to have the curtains closed their only safe haven is the aviary. Valentino seems to like it in there his little eyes focus on all the love birds and they repay him with their songs.* 

Ava *sings*  You Are My Sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away. *she kisses Valentino’s head*

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *to Raven, as they approach the house*  And what about Faith when she wants to know about her mother?  What shall I tell her - that I had a lil’ adventure with my wife's sister, eh? Oh, she's going to be so proud over her father. I'm afraid of seeing her, and I am afraid of how Manouche will react when I come to see her.  Can she part with the baby? I don't think I have the strength for ... *he stops, staring at the pony inside the fence, and the slim, familiar figure standing and stroking the pony. It's Candy. He groans*  Oh no, I can't deal with her.  Tell her to go away.

Alphonse *to Candy, quickly, anxious to get the words out*  My dear Candy, I’m happy to be at your service.  I – I'm very fond of you.  Please, if ever there’s anything I can do for you, all you have to do is—   *his words are cut off as a movement catches his eye; he turns and sees Abberline and Raven approaching*  Oh!  Well, here comes Inspector Abberline.  *he swallows, a little nervous, but moves close to Candy’s side, resolving to stand by her as he promised*

Candy: *squeezes his hand so that he winces, watching Abberline and Raven get closer, she's gone pale, and her eyes are wide with fright* Alphonse ...

Chiana: *breaks into run when she sees Abberline and Raven approaching, and hugs him* Daddy, Candy is back, and she likes the pony too!

Abberline: *absentmindedly, taking his eyes off Candy* Does she? Chiana, darling, Daddy needs a rest ... *he puts her down and goes in, straight to the bedroom, and without taking off either shoes or the jacket, lies down on the bed, and he reaches over for Kat's skimpy nightie and wraps it around his hand and presses his cheek against it.*

Alphonse *braced for any and all manner of confrontation, stares in amazement as Abberline leaves them without an argument*  I say!  Well … that went better than it might have, didn’t it?  *he looks at Candy, manages to disengage his aching fingers from her grasp, then takes her hand more gently in his*  I think you’re home free, dear.

Raven *watches Abberline go into the house, then turns to Candy and Alphonse*  Y-you’ll have to forgive Father, he’s … he’s upset about Mother bein’ away.  *he looks at Candy, relieved*  Candy, I’m so glad you’re back.  Have you come back to stay?

Candy: *anxiously* I hope so. If the Inspector lets me stay. *to Alphonse* You don't know him, it's not over yet. And then there's father.... What if he comes and fetches me back. *desperately* Alphonse, I don't want to live in that fashion vault. I don't want to dress up for breakfasts in Milanese fashion. I don't want to have anything to do with catwalks and photo shoots. I want to take care of Chiana. *she notices how Chiana stares after her father with round eyes brimmed with tears* Darling, come here. Let Daddy have a rest. Have you come up with any name yet for the pony?

Chiana: *her brow furrows and her eyes get a distant look*

Candy: No, don't do it, Chiana, he is just tired...

Chiana: Mum? Mum! Mama!!

Candy: *alarmed, lifts her up, mumbles something unintelligible and places her hand on her head. After a moment Chiana relaxes and leans against her* There, it will be all right.

Chiana: Daddy's resting. *she nods gravely* But when he has rested he has to come and play with me and the pony. *she reaches her hand out to touch the pony* Can I call him Pony, Candy?

Candy: *sighs with relief* Anything you want. *to Raven* Raven, can you ride a pony?

Raven *frowns at Chiana, a little scorn in his voice*  Pony??  Why would you name the pony Pony?  Why not—  *he sees the disapproving look on Candy’s face, and he realizes he’s sounding too ‘big brother’ critical.  He colors slightly, shrugs, nods*  Sure, I can ride.  *proudly*  I rode a lot with True Dreamer an’ our family.  *looks again at Chiana, hoping to make up for hurting her feelings*  Pony’s a nice name.  If you wanna ride him, we can ride him together.  You can sit in front, an’ I’ll hold you an’ make sure you don’t fall off.  *to Candy*  Would that be okay?

Kidd *Striding up* Pony, nay do yer mum proud child. What 'bout Pawnee, eh??

Chiana; *mystified, looks up at Kidd* But that's almost the same? *then she climbs up after Raven onto the pony helped by Candy*

Candy: Be careful! Watch out, Raven and hold her tightly so she won't fall!

Kidd: Aye, but that be the beauty of it. The Pawnee be a brave and noble people and your mum would find it fittin' savvy?

Raven *stares at Kidd in amazement, then quickly pays attention to the pony*  Hang on Chiana!  Here, I’ll show you how to hold the reins.  *he brings her chubby hands around to the reins, so that she’s holding them in front of his hands.  The pony snorts lightly, then starts off, stepping daintily around the yard*

Alphonse *looking at Kidd doubtfully*  Er … Mrs. Abberline?  Or am I mistaken ...

Kidd *Looks him up and down appreciatively* I'll be lettin' that go by seein' as 'ow easy on the eye ye be, Just call me Kidd, luv.

Alphonse *snaps his fingers*  Of course, Kidd!  I say, this is a pleasure, I’ve heard about you from Manouche!  *steps forward, shakes her hand heartily*  And may I say, I can empathize with the curious situation of close resemblance to a family member.  I’m Alphonse Corso … Dean Corso is my cousin, perhaps you know him?  *adds ruefully*  I assure you, the resemblance stops at the physical.

Kidd *Grins* I fear we be much closer than any family member could e'er be, mate. *Frowns* Leastin' usually.

Alphonse:  Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you.  *glances at Candy, whose eyes are glued to the pony; to Kidd*  Are you here for a family visit?  Candy has just recently returned to Bournemouth … and Inspector Abberline is inside, I believe he’s having a lie-down. 

Kidd: *Quickly* No! I best not see 'im right now. It be Candy I were wantin' te speak with 'bout a bit of a problem I be 'avin'.

Candy: *hastily* I agree, he was a bit ... tired. With me? What kind of problem do you have? *she glances briefly at Raven and Chiana, but they seem fine with the pony*

Alphonse:  I see.  Well … perhaps I’ll be on my way, then, leave you to it.  *he turns to Candy, takes her hand, kisses it*  I’m so glad I was able to help you, my dear.  Please let me know if there’s anything else I can do, you can count on me.  *he smiles at her, turns to Kidd*  I hope I’ll see you again soon, Kidd.  *he waves at Raven and Chiana, who are at a far end of the yard, then turns and leaves*

At Rártigíllichal:

Blake *enters the house wearily, shaking his head, closing the door softly behind him.  He glances out the window at the weather; it’s the longest winter he can remember, almost as bad as the ones he knew back east.  True, there were none of the severe snowstorms; but the damp chill in the air, the relentless chilly days.  He wonders how much longer it’ll go on.  He hears footsteps, turns, sees Alifi*

Alifi:  So there you are!  We were wondering where you’d gone off to.

Blake *removing his jacket*  I went to town to pick up a few supplies, that’s all.  I told Manouche …

Alifi:  Ah, well, she’s been asleep and we didn’t want to disturb her. 

Blake:  Is everything all right?

Alifi *nods*  Fine.  We have another guest.  Little Dawn has returned.  She was brought here.  We don’t know where she came from and we’re not sure who brought her, she won’t say.

Blake:  Dawn!  How is she?

Alifi:  She seems fine.  She’s missing her daddy, and she was famished and worn out, poor thing.  We got her something to eat, now she’s with Chírilo, in her room.  Chírilo was reading her a story.  I know Elliott and Emina left town for a few days, just a little getaway, so I suppose we’ll have to … *she stops, looks carefully at Blake*  What’s wrong?

Blake *looks at her gravely*  Somethin’ I heard in town.  I need to talk to Manouche.  *he starts for the stairs to the bedroom, Alifi following him.  They reach the bedroom, he taps lightly on the door, opens it*  Honey?

Manouche *looks up from the bed, smiles*  ‘Evenin’, love.  *nods down at Faith*  Our lil’ one ‘ere is farin’ jus’ fine. 

Blake *comes into the room, sits on the edge of the bed, removes his hat.  He smiles at Faith, then looks at Manouche*  I ... I have somethin’ to tell you.  I was … I was down by the port … *looks up as Alifi enters the room, takes the chair near the bed; he looks back at Manouche*  I heard … now I don’t know if it’s true, but … I heard Kat torched The Apparition, and …

Manouche *smile fades*  Sh-she wouldn’t do that.

Blake *gently*  She was seen doin’ it.  I never would’ve believed it either, but there are witnesses.  *he pauses, runs a hand through his hair*  The other thing they’re saying is …

Manouche *frowns*  No.

Blake *swallows*  Manouche, I know it’s hard to consider, but we may have to face— 

Manouche *snaps*  Face be damned!  We don’t ‘ave to face sod-all, savvy?  *she sits up, remaining calm for Faith’s sake*  She ain’t dead.  Don’t even think such a thing.  We’d know if she were.  There’d be … I mean, Fred, or Raven …

Blake *reaches over, takes her hand, squeezes it*  I believe that too, honey.  That’s why I wanted to tell you right away, an’ to ask you … what do you feel?  Can you sense anything about Kat?

Manouche *stares at him, then blinks, murmurs*  I … I dunno … *she sniffs, pushes her hair back from her face, concentrates.  She senses a jumble of images that don’t make much sense to her … she sees a dark room, and to her consternation she sees the floor strewn with bodies … she senses Kat, but it’s hazy, as if she’s sensing Kat’s subconscious.  The vision switches to black quickly, like a television being snapped off; rapidly followed by another vision, this one more clear – a ship engulfed in flames, in the harbor.  She shudders as the last vision slowly fades*  B-by th’ powers …

Alifi:  What is it, bird?

Manouche *opens her eyes, looks at them both*  I … I b’lieve Kat’s alive.  But I can’t clock where she is, or what’s ‘appened to ‘er.  It’s like she’s been drugged er somethin’.  Like she ain’t quite ‘erself.  An’ I thought I felt a bit o’ Kidd, but I weren’t certain.  *she brings a hand up to her eyes, then winces at a tugging at her hair*  Ouch!  *she looks down, sees that Faith has grasped a lock of her hair and pulled vigorously; she smiles*  What, are ye tryin’ to tell us ye don’t fancy bein’ less than th’ main focus of all our attention?  *she disengages the hair from the tiny fist, holds Faith up, kisses the little cheek*  We’re tryin’ to help yer auntie, savvy?  *Faith coos softly; Manouche brings her down, back into her arms, looks at Blake and Alifi*  Well … per’aps this explains why we ain’t seen hide nor hair o’ anyone from Bournemouth House.  I would’a thought they’d all ‘ave been ‘ere by now.

Blake:  I’ve been wondering why we hadn’t even had a phone call from any of ‘em.  *shakes his head sadly*  Wish we could do something …

Manouche:  We can.  I can.  I can go t’ Bournemouth, tell Fred an’ Raven what I’m sensin’.  It may be a great comfort to ‘em.  They’d believe it, comin’ from me.  I wonder if Raven’s feelin’ anythin’.  An’ Chiana … blimey, Chiana.  What must she be goin’ through, with ‘er penchant fer healin’?  *looks at Blake and Alifi, stricken*

Alifi:  Are you feeling up to doing this, dear?

Manouche *shrugs*  I’m sound enough.  I get tired easily, that’s all.  Might do me good t’ get out of th’ house fer a time.  *she looks down at Faith, who has fallen into a deep sleep.  She can’t help but smile despite her worry*  I’ll go tomorrow.

Blake:  I’ll try calling Bournemouth House again later, see if we get someone.  *glances at Alifi*  Ahh, honey, it looks like we have another little guest …

Manouche:  Dawn.

Blake *looks at her, surprised*  How’d you know?  Didn’t you just wake up?

Manouche:  Mr. Blake, love, by this time, surely ye ain’t surprised by me special gifts an’ ways o’ learnin’ what’s what in th’ world?  Aside from me dreamer abilities an’ powers o’ reasonin’, there’s one other vital tool that led me to th’ inevitable conclusion.

Blake:  And that is?

Manouche *grins*  I heard Dawn an’ Chírilo runnin’ down th’ hall earlier.

Alifi *flustered*  I told them to be quiet!  Apologies, bird, they shouldn’t have been running about up here.

Manouche *laughs*  No worries, luv!  After all, bein’ easily disturbed from one’s slumber, it’s all part an’ parcel o’ motherhood, innit?  *looks down at Faith, feels her heart swell with love; murmurs softly*  Innit, lil’ beauty?

Blake *exchanges an anxious glance with Alifi; starts to speak, then thinks better of it, stops.  He moves closer to Manouche, sits beside her, brings his arm around her, looking down at the sleeping baby.*

Alifi *smiles weakly*  I suppose it is, my dear.  *she glances at the clock*  I’d better check on the girls.  Then I’ll start the tea, and I’ll be back.  *she stands up, walks to the door, stops, turns, looks back at Manouche and Blake, still gazing down at Faith.  She sighs, leaves the room, heads for Chírilo’s room, breathing a soft prayer as she goes – for the Blakes, for the children, for the Abberlines … for all of them.*

In an undisclosed location:

Kat *wakes and finds herself in a strange room with two strange women*  Who are ye and what 'appened te them other poor wretches at the cave?

Sasha: Lay still dear, we've done all we can but you might need real medical attention.  We intend to take you to our medical facility. As for the rest thanks to a somewhat strange individual we happened upon named Pansy Faye. We were able to locate you and get you out before the witch hunters returned. *Glances at Ruby.* There's a few things you should know. *Picks up a hand mirror and hands it to Kat.* There’s nothing to fear. Just look into the mirror and I'll try to explain to you.

Kat *Holds the mirror up she gasps at the face of a stranger.* But how? Why??

Sasha: Sorry dear but it was necessary and as you were of dual spirits it did you no harm. The body you're in is one of our own. A witch named Danee. She was at the very point of death when we transported you into her. Your strength of spirit saved her. Though at this time she is too weak to manifest herself. With time her sprit will heal and strengthen. Besides in a way this is what you wanted. To disappear to protect your family. Oh yes, I know of Marchand and your dealing with him and you were right not to trust him. He did lie as you feared. That paper had nothing to do with future children. You bargained away your freedom. He would have owned you. But don't worry. We have forces at work even now that will sever that bargain. It'll be our way of repaying you for Danee's life. But know this no one must know any of this. For as long as it takes you must play the part of our Danee. Most would think you insane if you claimed to be Kat. Though there will be those that sense the truth and others that love you will be drawn to you without understanding why. Under no circumstances must you enlighten them. It would prove dangerous at this point if Marchand knew you lived.  I've prepared a potion that will alter your speech. While you'll hear your true words and voice others will hear only the soft spoken and gentile words that Danee would use.

Kat: But iffen this Danee be a witch, then am I??

Ruby: Oh no, the witch power is connected to the spirit not the body. Though it's possible in her body without your tattoo barring it. Whatever if any gift you may possess  might emerge. In which case we'd have to deal with it. At your age with no training to speak of it might be dangerous.

Kat: *Gulps.* I crave no power. Can you not bind such?

Sasha: That would have to have the approval of the council. It might not be in our best interests.

Willy’s nightmare:

*Willy walks alone through a dark room. It looks familiar. He blinks a few times to adjust his eyes. It was Annie's room. He wanted to stop and turn around, but something pulled him to the chair she sat in. He sat down and looked ahead. He blinked. When he opened his eyes again, Annie sat in front of him on the bed. A small light was on the end table, giving a dim glow against the walls. She was smiling at him. He felt sick. He knew this was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.*

Willy: Go away.

Annie: *continues to smile* Why? This is my house, Will. *she cocks her head* Why are you here?

Willy: I...I don't know.

Annie: Yes, you do. *her smile almost fades completely* You're scared.

Willy: Why would I tell you that?

Annie: You don't have to. I've been watching. *she pauses* You're losin' her.

Willy: No I'm not.

Annie: I know you are. She don't look at you the same way. Don't even talk to you like she used to. Not after what happened between us.

Willy: Would you have killed her?

Annie: She stole you from me. Stealing is wrong, Will. *her smile reappears* Can't have people like that walkin' around.

Willy: I left you a long time before her.

Annie: But you never stopped thinking about me. You still do.

Willy: I don't love you, anymore.

Annie: Don't mean I'm not in your mind. And I know what image you see. *her smile widens to a grin* And you gotta live with that for the rest of your life.

Willy: You're no better. You tried to kill her. You wanted to.

Annie: You think that makes you look better? Willy, when it comes to violence, you and I are no different.

Willy: You wanted to kill her. I didn't want to kill you.

Annie: But ya did. I would've gotten away with maybe a few years behind bars and a restraining order if I didn't kill her.  I knew you had a pretty face, hunnie, but not one that would keep you from becoming a lifer.

Willy: It was in defense.

Annie: *sighs, rises up and goes behind the chair, rests her hands on his shoulders* Will, Will, Will. You and I both know that's an outright lie. You had to make a decision. *her hands run down his chest as she bends down close to his ear* With two women in the picture, it was so hard to choose. Taking one out quickly would make it so much easier. I understand. *lowers to a whisper* I would've done the same thing.

Willy: That's not why I did it.

Annie: *ignores him* But look at what happened. The one who stayed alive. She's afraid of you now. That you'll snap. That you'll take her too.

Willy: *turns his head away from her, squeezing his eyes shut. He had to wake up* She's not afraid.

Annie: I can fix that, Will. See, unlike her, I still want to be with you.

Willy: You- *he stops when he feels something cool against his neck. She holds a knife closely to his skin*

Annie: Call me selfish, Will. *she gets as close to his ear as she can* But you'll always be mine.

Willy: Annie... *she drags the knife across his throat. He feels an incredibly intense pain and suddenly his vision is blurry. It's quiet. An eerie quiet. His breathing slows to almost a complete stop. What was happening?

*He shot up in bed, his hands quickly clenched his throat. He looked around quickly, completely out of breath. Willy was in the factory. Madame slept peacefully next to him. He pressed his throat again and again. It was fine. He was fine. It was just a dream, just like he said. He sighed and tried to calm down. It was still quiet. He jumped and almost shrieked when he felt a hand on his shoulder*

Madame: *jumps back, startled* Willy! *trying to keep a low voice* What's wrong?

Willy: *almost wants to cry, he takes her hand and squeezes it tightly* Nothing, nothing. Just a bad dream.

Madame: *comes closer to him and rests his hands in her lap, holding onto them* Are you okay, love?  *Willy meets her eyes and immediately feels a warm, calming feeling in his chest. He closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly.  Madame smiles and runs her fingers across his cheek* Well I think you're okay now.

Willy: *opens his eyes and stares at her. She seemed so much at ease* I ... I'm just a little freaked out, is all. *looks away* I guess. *thinks* I'm really not sure, honestly. *turns back to her* Why did you stay with me?

Madame: *a bit surprised* What? *laughs, a bit of a ridiculous question in her opinion* Because I love you, silly. Why else?

Willy: That's exactly it. I mean, a lot has changed since...you know...and I don't know, I'm just .... worried.

Madame: Willy, things changed because things happened. It's like becoming a father. Of course this situation left us with no benefits, but it's still the same idea. *he turns away and she lifts his chin so he looks at her* We just have a lot to work on.

Willy: But aren't you scared?

Madame: Of what?

Willy: *trying to find the words. He stutters* I ... I ... I killed someone ... Kim. ..I took her life.

Madame: Well would you do that to me?

Willy: *his eyes widen* N...No!! Never!

Madame: Then why would I be scared? *she sits back against the headboard and he lays his head in her lap. She weaves her fingers in his hair repeatedly* Willy, I may be a little off my nut on occasion during this time, but I still trust you. With all my heart.

Willy: Wh..Why?

Madame: *shrugs* Well I wouldn't still be married to you if I didn't. *he looks up at her and she smiles* Willy, you can never explain why you still love a person after their mistakes. That's how it's supposed to be. If you love them that much, you work past them. That's one of the reasons I want to go on this vacation tomorrow. We have a lot to work past.

Willy: It doesn't make sense.

Madame: It's not supposed to. A married couple should love each other eternally, through thick and thin. *grins* That's where that "til death do us part" thing comes into play.

Willy: *laughs and stares at the ceiling as she continues to comb his hair* Yea, I think you're right. *they remain quiet and he thinks. Something was still bugging him. He looks at her blankly* I'm yours, right?

Madame: *gives a funny, confused smile* Well I would hope so, I mean are you still my husband? Am I still your wife?  *Willy nods, Madame laughs and nods* Then yes I'm pretty sure you're mine, Willy. *she bends down and kisses him*