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At The Archer’s:
Ichy *exasperated* Kat, what is this all about those *shudders* freaks? Will
you stop that and start talking sensibly to me. *he pours her a rum and helps her to sit on the couch.* Drink this, maybe it will help you. Look at me. I am
worried about you, very worried.
Kat *Vacantly* Not freaks, they eat bugs and the dead walk yet remain dead. A Raven will fall and a dreamer will end. *Again recites*
Ye higher
men, what think ye? Am I a soothsayer?
Or a dreamer? Or a drunkard? Or
a dream-reader? Or a midnight-bell? Or
a drop of dew? Or a fume and fragrance of eternity? Hear ye it not? Smell ye it not? Just now hath my world become
perfect, midnight is also mid-day,--Pain is also a joy, curse is also a blessing, night is also a sun,--go away! or ye will learn that a sage is also a fool.
Ichy *starts*
What? The dead do not walk, they
never walked and they never will walk! But ... Raven? Dreamer? Is Raven in some kind of danger? Can you tell me more! *agitated, she tries
to get some sensible response from Kat, he shakes her* Please Kat, drink the
rum, and you'll feel better. Where can I find Raven? Where is he?
Kat *Obligingly
downs some rum and burps* Do they not? Raven
be with 'is grandma. Someone should be informin' 'er she can't walk though. *Tilts her head as if listening to something, suddenly asks* Ye got any bugs??
Ichy: No, you are confusing things ... You know she's dead.. *he
stops* The dead walk yet remain dead .. There's some devilry going
on. If I didn't know Marchand was dead, I'd suggest it was him. Why
do you ask about bugs? What kind of bugs - Portsmith's or the natural ones?
*he starts to pace the floor nervously* Can
you tell me where exactly he is? And why are you acting like you didn't care much? *he walks to the
window and looks out* I can't leave you alone in this kind of mental state ...
What shall I do with you? Maybe the hospital could sort it out? But I need to know more about Raven.
*At that moment
the spider emerges from Kat's hair, crawling onto her shoulder. It almost seems
to be watching Ichy and waiting.*
Ichy *turns to Kat in his
restless pacing ans freezes when he sees the spider, gasps for air, but then he gets from somewhere a sudden boost of courage,
resolutely though with trembling hands he takes a poker and brushes the spider from her shoulder, and when it falls to the
floor, he takes his thick Chemistry volume and drops it on the freak, and by this his knees start to buckle and he falls on
the sofa.* K-Kat, it was a - a -a monster ... *he shudders and faints*
Kat *Pales
and frantically snatches up the book ignoring Ichy completely. But there's no
sign of the spider. She looks around frantically and finally spots it in a corner.
It'd scampered out of the way just in time. As
she gently lifts, it the door swings open and a man enters. She looks at
him and nods.* You've come for us.
Man *nods* My name is Marco. You will come with
me now. She waits.
Ichy *gets slowly back on
his feet, his eyes on the horrible freak Kat holds in her hand* For Heaven's
sake, Kat, it's a - a - a spi... Oh my... *he backs to the door and
bumps into a stranger, squeals and turns around, composes himself and raises his eyebrows*
And who might you be and what are you doing here. Kat, is this some acquaintance
of you? *he glances fearfully at Kat and swallows, stifling an urge to flee out
of the door.*
Marco *Glares
at him* I could be your worse nightmare.
Be grateful that your presence is not required. *Glances at the spider
in Kat's hand.* You tried to destroy one of my lady's creatures. She will
not be pleased. *Taking Kat's arm, pushing roughly past Ichy.*
Ichy: But it is a spider! What kind of lady would keep such creatures,
*pulls himself together* I must ask you to leave immediately. Kat, are you listening to me at all? *glares angrily at the
man*
Marco: Don't be a fool! She doesn't keep them. They are her companions. We are leaving. Interfere at your peril. Her companions
are many and even now they watch you, waiting for her instructions. Would it
please you to have this house engulfed by them??
Ichy *eyes wide* Who is she and what has she do with Kat? I would like to accompany
Kat. She is not sound.
Marco: She is the soothsayer. Few know of her
but those that do both fear and respect her. She prefers the dark to the light
and her creatures to people. Close proximity to humans brings sorrows and pain
to her. She has come to fulfill her duty and try to repair the damage that's
been wrought by human ignorance. Do as you will.
I've no time for this. *Leads Kat quickly away.*
At la Maison de Paradis:
Ava *still gazing out of
the window she starts to doubt that they only need Georges DNA sample surely they need both possible fathers. She walks
away from the window and puts Sam back down next to his sister where Lola greets him with a smile. Ava walks out of the nursery
and closes the door, she checks to see if the coast is clear so she doesn’t get found out straight away. She walks back
to the phone and picks up the receiver and dials the number that she thought she would never need to dial again. The ring
goes on for eternity, she thinks quickly how could she get Don to the hospital with out any of his protesting. She sighs, mutters* Sorry Sam Lola, mommy has to do and
say something *the phone finally gets picked up* Hello is that you Don?
Don Juan: *picks up the phone
while combing his hair, not recognizing her voice* Yes, sweetheart, what can I do for you? I am always ready to help
a woman in need.
Ava: *rolling her eyes at
her man tart of a husband, she puts on a fake worried voice* Don it's me Ava I am going to need you to come to the hospital it's
Sam *Telling a small lie, she choose Sam as he is will take Don place when he is older* he has a problem
I need you to be there they won’t do anything unless both parents are present.
Don Juan: *sighs, rolls his
eyes* Have you been careless and dropped him? And don't you understand how busy I am *he checks his face for wrinkles for
the tenth time today, relieved not to find any - yet, but they are lurking just around the corner, abiding... He winces.*
I will be there, of course, there must be someone who can handle situations like this. You are far too fragile for that
Ava, you must be missing me and my protection. And I will be there because of MY son.
*aside* Maryann, you have to iron my cape and brush my hat...
Now where did I put that scent I bought...
Miranda *finds Ava talking
on the phone, and not wanting to disturb her, she goes to the kitchen and starts to clean up the already clean
kitchen, waiting for Ava to end the call*
Ava: No I have not been careless I am a very good mother *Ava is just about to rant about where has he been
when she hears something* Oh I could only imagin Don your days must be filled *faking a sigh* Oh yes Don I am too fragile
to cope *she puts her hand on her head like a damsel in distress* Don I will see you there.
Don Juan *feeling noble and
somewhat moved* Yes, Ava, we will meet at the hospital. *aside* Of course I will wear the mask. I won't go out without it. *he puts down the receiver* Maryann, that was Ava. She has cooked some kind of plan to get me back, I could hear that she was lying. She's using my son, I forgot his name ... Poor woman, but I can understand her. *trying on his hat* Georgie boy after the world's greatest lover. *he sighs* Oh well, and now I must go.
Ava: *walking down the stairs
with Sam back in her arms, she walks into the kitchen* Ah Miranda I am ready by any chance you dont have a red lipstick I
could borrow and maybe pink to *smiles, she takes of Sams outfit and she waits for Miranda to return with thw lipstick. When
she returns Ava takes a little bit on to Sam's tummy to look rashes* There Sam all done Do..Daddy will be fooled all ready
to go Miranda.
Miranda: *smiles* Oh, I see
that you have some vile plan. *she feels the pistol in her pocket. It was just a joke when she mentioned taking
it to Malachi, but she really fears the hospital and feels much safer with a weapon* I'm ready.
Ava: Oh good then *smiles*
which critter would you like take your pick *smiles* yes some vile plan *laughs* your mommys silly isn't she *The cab toots
it's horn* Well then that was good timing no, come on babies road trip. *Ava walks to the door Miranda still lags behind
quite a distance* Well Miranda come on then *smiles*
At Security – Portsmith’s office:
Portsmith *snickers* I am sure that you did not have any involvement, as you said ... And what you
said about sneaking back into the night, you are right about that, too. But you
are wrong on that falling part. Let's just say that they both fell somewhere
and it was soft and comfortable *she walks to her computer and presses enter
to get rid of her screensaver showing a slideshow of her in different kind of uniforms* You are free to watch it yourself* She navigates to a folder
called citizens, filled with folders, with names like 'Kat', 'Manouche', 'Dean' - and one called 'Sweeney' which she
opens and starts the recording of the rendezvous of Sweeney and the unknown woman.
She follows closely Mistress as she moves closer to the screen*
Mistress: *Turning a bright
shade of red she bangs her fists on the desk which causes every to shake.* Commander you lie he would never go to a pirate
tart *shouts* how dare you sink to so low standed Commander *still her face is red and full of anger* Commander this
is war *still looking at the screen she touches it* Thats not my demon at all *snarls* you lie Portsmith.
Portsmith: *tries to look
innocent* Might be, might be.. But how about asking that husband of yours about his businesses. As for sinking low, it
seems that he's done that too, not me. I would never sink as low as to get into closer contact with a pirate, but your
husband seems to find them somewhat... fascinating. *she clicks on the mouse and the recording plays again.*
Mistress: *biting her tongue*
Commander it's non of your business in what I ask my husband or where his where abouts are. *hitting the computer screen*
that thing is not my husband he has standards high ones at that. Why on earth would he sink that low with a pirate a dead
one at that.*stares at Portsmith and strokes the screen even with a cold heart she still feels some hurt which is quickly
replaced by hate* So whats this got to do with you then *She presses her boney finger into Portsmith shoulder* tell
me please do
Portsmith: *backs away and
brushes her shoulder* Simply put, this is how it concerns me. Can you trust a woman who doesn't know what her husband
is up to? *looks at her, amused* So you don't dare to ask him. Oh, I understand. What a shame that is. *she takes a handkerchief made
by the chambermaids at Versailles for one of the Sun King's mistresses and wipes the screen, pressing the button again as
if by mistake, restarting the clip.*
Mistress *in full blown rage
she starts to yell* How dare you question my authority over my husband *slams
her full weight into her fists on to the table* I dare ask him. The only shame around her is you Commander *starting
to take it personal* your such a classy woman yourself with your tiny skirts and boobs hanging out. Tell me is that how you
get your votes?
Portsmith: *smiles a little
cold wicked smile* Oh, I understand completely. You see, I can maintain my authority even in a miniskirted uniform. As
for your comment on my equipment *she glances at the mirror* I don't see anything hanging. It's of course none of my
business that you don't care whether your husband cheats you or not, but I might say, that in his position it probably is inevitable.
*she hits again the key and the clip plays again. This time she enlarges it and stops when the face of the woman is in
full view, and asks innocently* You recognize this woman?
Mistress: *She tries to keep
calm but she can no longer and she screams * Do I recognise that thing of course I bloody do Argh that thing is
having its flithy way with him I swear I'll kill her myself.
At the morgue:
Godley: I can't think with
an empty stomach, so I will accept your offer. Don't fret, this will be sorted out. *more to himself than Daphne* Someone
must have seen them fetching her. Unless nobody noticed them... Maybe they were among the hospital crew. It is not
easy for outsiders to get into the morgue unnoticed. Yes, that's how it must have been. *walks in dee thoughts when
he suddenly stops* There is one thing I'd like you to answer, about the Inspector. What was it he said that you didn't
like?* looks sharply at her* And why was he at your door in the middle of the
night ... He could have called to the reception and asked if you were in your room if he was worried.
Daphne: I’ll tell you, Sergeant. I didn’t
want to before, ‘cause it’s personal, an’ a little … embarrassing.
But I’ll be completely honest with you. Like I said, I was sound
asleep, an’ I heard him pounding at the door and yelling. I opened it,
an’ when he saw I was all right, he asked if he could come in. *frowns* He never did tell me what he was worried about.
Anyway, I almost said no, it was late an’ I wanted to get back to sleep ‘cause I was planning to come see
you today, and I wanted to be rested. But he looked so miserable, so …
I let him in. He came in, an’ he started talking funny, like he was havin'
visions again. He said he hasn’t stopped drinking since he gave back the ring. I knew he an’ his wife were having trouble, so I guess that’s what he meant by that. I don’t know the whole story with them, but he sure doesn’t seem like he wants her to leave
him. So that’s when I made the phone call, ‘cause he was scarin’
me a little, an’ then he said no, he’s okay. And he took my hand,
said he wanted to sleep with me. I got upset an’ told him he was gonna
have to leave, and that’s when I pushed him out in the hall an’ locked the door.
I hated to be so mean, but … I had already told him earlier that I wanted to be friends, an’ I didn’t
want to be someone he had to lie to Kat about. I don’t want to be anyone’s
secret. *she looks away* Sergeant,
Freddie an’ I had a good time together, but the minute he told me about Kat, I stepped out of the picture an’
I never was with him again after that. I’ve been through a lot since I
left Deppville … I know how a bad reputation can ruin someone, even … even when it’s not deserved. *she swallows as she remembers her lost love and his manipulative mother; turns, looks
at Godley* Please believe me. I
want to solve my cousin’s murder, an’ I’m ready to be honest an’ open about everything, if it’ll
help.
At From Hell Court:
Candy *looking fearfully
around on the narrow street in the darkening evening* This is futile and Chiana
is getting tired. We won't find him.
Jeanne *shrugs* You are probably right. Seems that he's got more haunts than
just one favorite place. Keep just looking into the gutter so you don't miss
him. *Candy gives her an icy stare and she spreads her hands* Okay, I admit, it was not a very good joke. I just tried to
cheer you up. *after a while in deep thoughts* .. and I don't think that sounds
actually cheerful to you, but that was the way I found him. Sorry, mate.
Candy
*with tears in her eyes* No need to apologize.
*She turns yet one corner and stops, whispers to Jeanne, agitated* That's
him, he's there, Jeanne, it's the Inspector! *she starts to run toward him and
Chiana squeals*
Abberline *having no intention of spending the night with the woman, leaves the room immediately after
she fell asleep, wondering whether he should after all accept Perhan's offer. Or
just pass the night away on a couch at a den … when he sees a strange sight. A
young woman clad in white carrying a baby. She looks more like a vision than
a real human being, as if surrounded by some kind of halo ... And who would walk around in a place like this with a baby? The she breaks into a run, and the enchantment dissolves* Candy? What on earth are you doing with Chiana here? *fearfully he looks at Chiana, who coos and smiles and waves the cigarette case at
him*
Candy: Oh thank gods you are unharmed! We have been trying to find you. Please, come home. Chiana is getting ill, and I am afraid ... Especially now
that both of you have been gone for days without any message. *she starts to
cry*
Abberline *embarrassed and confused* Candy, please ... I - I was
just heading homewards ... You know what my job is like, no work hours. *he looks
her in the eyes and lies smoothly* I had a very promising lead and I couldn't
drop it, in case it would be cold tomorrow. Chiana ... what's with her? She looks all right to me. *Chiana looks
at him intently with her solemn large eyes and bangs him hard on the head with the cigarette case* Ouch! *he takes her in his arms, and she continues to hammer
him with the cigarette case, but he just strokes her hair, speaking softly, and she starts to calm down* Yes, I know ... How could I … I don't know ...
Jeanne *smirks at him* So, at least a part of the family is reunited. My work is
done for tonight.
Candy *turns to her, looking happy* Thank you, Jeanne!
*The woman
approaches them silently mentally sending a message to Candy.* The Soothsayer requires you to bring the child to her, she calls to you now, follow her voice or risk the displeasure
of your elders. Interfere with me not. *Turning her attention to
Abberline, she steps in front of him and smiles seductively.* You are Inspector
Abberline are you not? I've heard much of you.
*Glancing at Candy with yet another mental warning.* Take the child and go. She awaits impatiently.*
Candy *hesitates, looks at
Chiana and Abberline, but she knows she has to obey.* Please, Inspector, let
me take her. We have wandered looking for you a long time, and she needs to go
to bed. *she reaches out her hands, and reluctantly Abberline releases his daughter,
Chiana protests, but only faintly, then she yawns*
*Around the
corner a man steps in front of Candy* Don't be afraid. My name is Jukka, I'm here to escort you to the Soothsayer.
She can be frightening but has no desire to harm you. She's
here to help. Come, all will be well.
Candy *nods fearfully, but
the man seems friendly enough* Will you promise that nothing happens to Chiana? *she looks at the child, but she seems peaceful, gripping hard the cigarette case*
Jukka *Smiles
gently* She will be perfectly safe, you have my word. Her gifts will be needed when we all arrive. Despite what
you and others think, the Soothsayer isn't evil. Her ways as well as the nature
of her talents are not understood by others. No matter what you may see, remember
that. *leads her away*
Abberline *intrigued
by the woman* Yes, Candy, I'll come a little later. *He watches Candy depart, frowns, turns to the woman* Yes,
that's right, I am Inspector Abberline. *he smiles faintly* I regret to say that you must then have heard of all those rumours and false accusations against me, but
I am not that bad ... Who are you? You really shouldn't be walking here alone
at this hour. I can escort you back to where you live. These streets are dangerous.
Woman *watches
Candy and Chiana leave. Satisfied, she turns her attention back to Abby* My name is Lilith and I've heard nothing bad about you. *Running her fingers along his lapel.* On the contrary, I've
been told you were very good. *Taking his arm* I'd
like nothing better than to have you see me home. Shall we go?
Abberline: Lilith? I am very pleased to meet you. *she is entirely nothing like the tarts, and he glances at her sideways with his dark intense eyes.* And where do you live? You can't have
been here for long, because I am sure I would have noticed you before.
Lilith: I've only lately arrived here. I'm staying just outside of town. *Tugs on his arm* I promise you a night to remember when we
get there. *Smiles suggestively*
Abberline *raising an eyebrow
at her frank promise* You don't lose time. That's
an admirable quality in a woman. *he leans closer to her* I have to say that you have even more admirable qualities ... *he forgets all his good intentions to follow
Candy and Chiana home. Everything is okay with Chiana now, and anyway she will
soon go to sleep ... He can return a little later*
Lilith: Then we should hurry. *Leads him to a
secluded old house.*
At the hospital:
George *at the hospital,
paces up and down the corridor where he has to give blood. The nurse said that while he was waiting for Ava to arrive he should
calm himself down some what. George' s shoe squeak along the shiny floor driving the nurses crazy. He paces for a further
5 minutes until the nurse finally snaps*
Nurse: Mr Jung will you please sit down your only giving blood *George stops
dead in his tracks* thank you
George: It's more just blood
it's my life babe what I am about to do could alter my life forever.
Nurse: Right alter your life
I see.
George: you got it babe *pulling
off his sunglasses* now how big’s that needle?
Nurse: Oh its about *pulls
her arms out quite far* that big.
George: *gulps* that big
really.
Nurse: No Mr Jung it's very
small all you will feel is a little prick in you arm and bingo it's done.
*A patient walks out of the room and another
nurse with a clip board comes out she runs her finger down the page. The nurse shouts his name* Mr George Jung please
George: *turning quite
pale* ok *he walks into the room, the room is bright white and smell heavily of disinfectant* where do you want me.
Nurse 2: over there
please take a seat on the black chair.
George: *gulps* Ok *George
sits on the chair*
Nurse 2: Right
Mr Jung *she walks over and takes a seat on the stool* Please pull your shirt sleeve up *she puts the strap around
the tops of his arm and tightens it up* Right the I am just going to feel for a vein and then rub the area with some alchol
to kill any bugs on your skin *she runs he finger along his arm when she feels a vein and she rubs his skin with a alchol
wipe.* Right you will feel a little scratch *She sticks the needle in his arm and George turn a shade lighter* Right
Mr Jung I will take another sample just to make sure *she takes a vile and feels that with blood, she pulls out the needle
and puts a plaster on his arm* Now that wasnt to bad was it *she pulls a swob out of the draw* Mr Jung could you open your
mouth I will swab your mouth for DNA too *rolls her eyes* it depends on how fast you want your results to which one we use. *she
smiles and puts all the samples into a sealed bag* now if you go and take a seat I will wait for the little ones and the other
perspective father to come along.
At the secluded house:
Jukka *Leads
Candy to an old house on the outskirts of town. Once inside, he motions her to
a chair.* We must wait for the others.
Candy: Others? Who are we waiting for? *but she sits down with Chiana in her arms, she starts to get sleepy and yawns again, leaning on Candy,
looks at Jukka and then her eyes begin to close. Candy doesn't feel as relaxed
as she* I know that I have not managed to do well in my work, but I have tried
my best. She is so very special, and her parents .... They need her all the time.
Jukka: You have done an admirable job of caring for the babe despite the parents. What you don't realize is regretfully, she needs her parents as well. Have
patience, you will see soon enough.
At Chez Roux:
Godley *thoughtfully, as
he opens the door for Daphne and they enter the restaurant* I see ... I haven't
lately seen him very much, but that doesn't sound good. *he opens the door for her and they get into Chez Roux, Godley doesn't
choose any of the booths but a table by the window, helps her into a chair, smiles smugly* It's a long time since I
had lunch at a restaurant with a beautiful lady. I hope they
are all watching me now. *he winks, takes the menu* So let's concentrate on the main thing - food. I can't
think when my stomach is empty. *and then he grows serious again.* You'd best leave the solving of the case to the Security and stay out of any danger.
Daphne *despite
her worry, can’t help but smile as Godley brings her to a nice table and helps her with her chair* Thank you, Sergeant. Don’t ever let anyone tell you
that women don’t like nice manners. Maybe I don't speak for all women,
but I sure appreciate it. *she picks up a menu, not really seeing the words,
listening to him* I think you’re right … I don’t think I could
do much good gettin' involved in police work. I’ll stay here where it’s
safe. But I’ll answer any questions I can.
Sergeant, I do hope you’ll also please check on my cousin Candy, at Bournemouth House. With her tie to me an’ Inspector Abberline, she could be in danger, too. *she looks around the restaurant, notices a few customers looking at them; grins, leans closer to him,
speaks quietly* Look, Sergeant, they are looking at us! If this were a fancy place with dancin’, I’d have you take me out on the dance floor an’
we’d really turn some heads! *laughs*
At Rartigillichal:
*A man appears
from the shadows. Moves to the door and knocks.
Waits impatiently, anxious to meet this dreamer that has so impressed one as powerful as his lady.*
Manouche *still
reading on the floor in her office, closes the book with a sigh. There are some
possibilities mentioned here, but she’s still not sure. She stands up,
concentrates for a moment, can no longer sense Abberline, but she has the feeling that he’s all right for now. She takes some comfort from that, murmurs under her breath* Steady on, mate. *she sets the book on her desk, then becomes
aware of a knocking at the front door. She runs downstairs, opens the door, sees
the stranger, looks at him warily* Oh … s-sorry, mate, I didn’t hear
th’ door straight away. Can I help ye?
Tuomas *Studies
her speculatively* You may call me Tuomas.
If you would save the boy as well as yourself, you must come with me now, dreamer.
Manouche *eyes
narrowed, looks at him carefully. She starts to say something, then stops as
his words register; she looks at him again, and can see that he’s telling the truth; swallows, murmurs* Bloody ‘ell, I knew he were in trouble o’ some sort … *she looks at him, holds her hand
up* Wait on second, Tuomas. *she
runs inside, finds her weapons, arms herself, then goes to the kitchen, where she writes a quick note for Blake. She swiftly returns to the front door, shuts it behind her, locks it.
She nods* Right, lead on. I
don’t know who ye are, or where ye come from, but somethin’ tells me ye can be trusted, at least fer now.
At the hospital:
Don Juan *enters the hospital
and walks to the reception, not caring to introduce himself* My son is gravely
ill. I want you to show me where he is.
Andrew *rising up* Mrs. DeMarco is not here yet, but I'll show you where you can wait ...
A nurse *walking by, glances
at Don Juan, suddenly stops in her tracks* Oh no, Andrew, that won't be necessary. You stay here and and I can show the way. Please,
this way.
Don Juan *giving her a smouldering look* Thank you, my dear.
The
nurse *clutching tightly the folder she holds, walks at his side, now and then staring at him, not believing her luck* Is there something else that I could do for you?
I can't wait here and guide you back. Oh no, no problem, Mr. DeMarco.
Don
Juan *gives another deep gaze into her eyes, then very slowly he takes her hand and raises it to her lips, brushing it with
his lips* I am grateful for your assistance. *he looks on, satisfied, as she
is near to swooning, but then he turns to look at the waiting area, seeing a familiar face; his eyes get very cold instantly.* Ah, Georgie boy. What are you here for,
an overdose?
George *turning around and
glares back at him* Ah Don I see you have come for your results from your STD
check up has it cleared up *laughs* I see all those woman have caught up with
you giving the Earl the a run for his money *laughs* You should be more care full where you put that thing of yours there
will be no women safe. I wouldn't seduce that nurse because she works in tropical diseases very contagious *laughing*
we wouldn't want anything turning purple and dropping off would we. *he turns serious* I am here for the same
reason you are, Don.
At the secluded house:
Lilith *brings
Abberline inside the house; once inside, the door slams behind them as if of its own accord.
Releasing him, and with only a cursory glance at Candy and Chiana turns to Jukka.*
Where are Marcos and Tuomas? What's taking them so long?
Jukka: I don't know. Perhaps they've encountered unexpected
problems. Don't worry, they'll be here.
Abberline *indignantly* What the hell is this? Why are you here,
Candy? Do you know these gentlemen? *he looks at the men indignantly* I'm off. Come, Candy. *he goes to Candy and takes Chiana from her, she blinks, but then her head slumps against his shoulder
and her arm curls around his neck, gently releases the cigarette case.* I
don't know what this all is about and I don't care to know.
Lilith *Cooly* Sit down, Inspector. You're going nowhere. The door will not open unless she wills it.
Consider it the price you pay for allowing lust to guide you.
Abberline *enraged* It opens if I will it to open. I've had
enough of this. As for you, it is none of your business what I do on my
spare time.
Lilith *Cruelly* Of course, slacking your lust as well as your drug cravings are much more
important than the life of your son. One can always produce another son and at
the rate you're going probably many. What's one more or less. *Turns as the door opens and Tuomas and Manouche appear.*
Manouche *looks around, eyes
widen as she sees Abberline* F-Fred! *quickly
goes to him* An’ ye ‘ave Chiana, is she all right? *she sees Candy, feels some relief* Ah, yer ‘ere as
well, luv. I’m glad. Chiana
needs ye. *she looks at Chiana, then glances around the room, sees two more unfamiliar
faces, frowns* Right, what’s this all about, then? *looks up as Marco arrives silently, with Kat and Ichy in tow*
*A voice rings
out that seems to come from all around them* It's about destiny!!
*A woman in
black appears suddenly holding a crystal ball. Stares at Abby, Manouche and Kat.*
Destiny has been tampered with!! *Holds the crystal aloft.* See your fates by what you fools have wrought.
*The crystal comes alive with colors and a horrible figure shimmers within it.*
Manouche *moves
forward, gazes into the crystal, startled, looks at the figure shimmering inside* Ohh,
bugger. *She looks at the woman* Destiny,
ay? *motions toward the crystal* This
is all a lot o’ fancy talk an’ pretty visuals, but with all due respect, it don’t answer any questions,
does it? Fools we may be, an’ dire straits we may ‘ave unwittin’ly
wrought. But what ‘ave we done, exactly?
How did we mess about with destiny, an’ what can we do t’ set things right?
*leans closer* I already know I’m dyin’, luv. An’ I already ‘ad an inklin’ about Raven. An’
I’m pretty certain I speak fer all of us ‘ere when I say that we’re well aware there’s trouble all
‘round us. So ye ain’t tellin’ us anythin’ new, savvy? *she stops, suddenly realizing that, in her fear, she’s being a bit brash.
She recalls some of her past adventures, her dealings with similar creatures in Fiji; they were never too keen on demands, and perhaps this woman is no different.
She smiles a little* ‘Course, I will say, yer methods o’ tellin’
us are highly entertainin’ an’ beautiful. Apologies, luv, no disrespect
intended, straight up. If ye’d be so kind as t’ tell us what we can
do, we’d be obliged.
Soothsayer
*Lowering the crystal* The display was not intended to impress you, dreamer. But to garner the attention of the befuddled … *Glances at Kat then at Abby*
… as well as the clueless. *Turns back to Manouche* You are indeed dying but that is fate and unlike destiny fate can be freely changed. That's not for me to reveal however. Your sin is in trying
to destroy Marchand using a magic without full knowledge of its consequences. Why
do you suppose Marchand chose to surround himself with blood drinkers. Useful
servants indeed, but highly unpredictable and selfish by their very nature. They
were his escape plan. If Carver had not been destroyed Marchand would have
entered him and destiny would have been maintained. He would have been weakened
and in a constant struggle for control with a powerful vampire. Unfortunately
that didn't happen. Instead he entered a weakened fledgling that didn't stand
a chance. Marchand lives and is more powerful than ever. *Again looks at Kat* Her destiny is intertwined with her children
and her sin is in deserting them. Leaving them defenseless. *Shifts her eyes to Abby* And his is the sin of wallowing
in self pity and degradation. Leaving his children with no hope at all. You must right all the wrongs. Kat
holds some knowledge, but at the moment she's all but unreachable. Use the child,
there's no other recourse. The boy is in danger, and a noble magic welder is
imprisoned in her own dead body. *She shivers*
I must go. I can bear your presence no longer. *She vanishes before their eyes*
Manouche *calling
out toward the space where the Soothsayer stood, as if she could still hear* Blast
ye!! I did what I did at th’ time ‘cause there were little choice! Kat, Raven, an’ Fred, they all would’a been murdered long before Marchand
would’ve gotten around t’ enterin’ Carver! Aye, per’aps
Marchand wouldn’t ‘ave become so powerful, but, I would’ve lost me mates! *she stops, listens, hears nothing but eerie silence. She
swallows, adds softly* ‘Course now, we all may be lost anyway. I reckon all I did was buy us some time. *she lowers her head,
trying to remember everything the Soothsayer said* ‘Use th’ child’
… what th’ bloody buggery bollocks is that s’posed t’ mean ... what could Chiana do all on ‘er
onesies … *she thinks for awhile, then turns, looks at the others, again struck by the intense silence after the Soothsayer’s
reedy, otherworldly voice. She shakes her head*
I … I don’t know what t’ say, mates. I don’t know
much more'n when I first come in, other than things are worse than I thought. *she
looks at Tuomas imploringly* Tuomas? Can
ye shed any light on all this? I’d be more’n happy t’ take
some action, but … I’m at a loss. *she looks at Lilith and Jukka,
as if seeing them for the first time* What about th’ pair o’ ye? Ye must ‘ave somethin’ to say about all this.
Marco: She said all she could. *Pushes
Kat forward* She told you this one has some knowledge. You have to—
Kat *interrupts him, singing out of tune:*
But still they begin
Needles and pins
Because of
all my pride
The tears I gotta hide
Ah, needles and pins
Needles and pins … *trails off*
Marco: What's she on about? I overheard her rattling off spider
prose before to that one. *Waves toward Ichy* I took it to be some kind of an attempt to make him understand the importance of my ladies companion. Now it's needles and pins? *Looks to Manouche*
Any clue what she might be trying to say now?
Manouche *stares at Kat* Needles an’ pins … spiders?? *frowns* Pride … tears … I know she’s brokenhearted about everythin’
that’s ‘appened between ‘er an’ Fred. *shrugs, looks
at Marco* At least, that’s what I feel, though witnesses ‘ave told
me that it were ‘er choice t’ leave ‘im. I weren’t there,
y’see, but … *she glances at Tuomas, then back to Marco* I’m
a dreamer, as it were. I … I know things sometimes without knowin’
how. *runs a hand through her hair, frustrated*
Unfortunately, that lil’ talent is selective, an’ it don’t seem t’ be keen on servin’
me at this particular juncture. *she moves closer to Kat* Kat, mate, it’s me, Manouche … apparently, there’s some action I need t’ take to
help us all, but I’m not quite certain what it is. Is there anythin’
ye can impart? Are ye there, or … shall I speak with Kidd?
Ichy *Sniffs
loudly* Poppycock, stuff and nonsense!
The only meaning needles and pins would have for Kat are her tattoo instruments. *Notices everyone looking at him and steps back.* Well it's
true.
Abberline *finally breaking
into words* Nobody has told me a word about Raven, and yet even you, Manouche,
know that he is in trouble. I know nothing. You
do really believe all this? They can show us what they want. I don't believe Marchand is alive unless I get some proof. As for Kat, yes, she made the decision
to leave me, do not fool yourself. Kat and Kidd be the same. I won't live with a woman who doesn't know if she wants me or not.
Manouche *glances
at Abberline, then turns, looks at Ichy in amazement, grins* Blimey, Constable,
fer all yer faintin’ an’ whinin’, ye do ‘ave yer moments o’ brilliance. *turns to Kat* It’s th’ tattoo, innit, luv? I remember ye tellin’ me it ‘ad a power about it … it … *her
voice trails off, she weaves slightly as she feels something coming to her; mumbles*
Uh-oh … *she brings a hand to her eyes, sees a vague image, it’s hard to make out, like a screen with bad
reception, and she’s not sure of the identity of the two people she sees, they don’t seem familiar … then
the vision becomes clearer, and though it’s from long ago and the two are much younger, she now can make out who they
are: Marchand and Ama, in a horrible argument, something about a tattoo, a tattoo
that Ama created to cheat Marchand … a tattoo with a strong purpose, and strong magic … a form of protection that
has served the bearer since she first received it … then, before Manouche can even draw another breath, the vision zooms
to another time, much more recent … herself and Kidd, standing over a dead body … Roberto Pittarri … a small
gold piece with a coiled snake engraved upon it … then a locket, with a curious design on the front, and even more surprising
inscription on the back … *
Heart and Soul
Kat and Nate
*then she hears
talking, realizes with a start that it’s her and Kidd, Kidd demanding that she hide the locket … Kidd rolls up
her sleeve, revealing a tattoo, a perfect match of the locket’s design:*
Kidd: Nate nor Kat 'as nothin' te do with this!
At least I hope they don't. It's not the names that be the damnin' part, it's the other words and that design.
You do be seein' me problem if that be connected to 'em. Savvy?
Manouche *brings
her hands up to her eyes, groans, as she sees more – it’s Marchand’s hideout, the room in which she and
Raven were imprisoned, she knows it for certain, she’ll never forget it … she’s ready to dismiss the scene
as a vision from the past, but then she sees Raven, and she knows it’s the present, he doesn’t look the way he
did when she first set eyes on him, he’s older, more experienced … and she sees Ama in the room with him, which
at first she takes as comforting until she realizes that it’s not Ama as they’ve known her, it’s Ama brought
back to a chilling semblance of life … a zombie … Manouche starts to murmur aloud*
A zombie … Ama … an’ Raven … heart an’ soul
… oh, by th’ powers … *she starts to tremble violently, and her eyes go wide as she sees him, she knows
it’s him, robust, strong, ready to resume where he left off … * Oh,
god, MARCHAND … *she cries out, and sinks to the floor, unconscious*
Abberline *catching vague
glimpses of what Manouche experiences* It's true!
Marchand is alive and well? The tattoo and the child? He's got Raven ... *he goes to Manouche and crouches by her side, not really knowing what to do, then he
turns to Kat* It's all your doing. We
must do something ... Bring her some water, she's unconscious. *he takes the
glass and stares at it, not quite knowing what to do. Chiana reaches her hand
toward Manouche and presses her small palm against her neck, holds it for a while till Manouche begins to stir. Abby speaks to her softly* You had some bad visions, Manouche,
I saw a glint of them. *he helps her to a sitting position and offers the water*
Ichy: Gentlemen, may I point out that my notion on Kat's words and her
tattoo studio went quite unnoticed. I am sure that we do have a very important
clue here.
Abberline *testily, gets up* Nonsense. Of what use is that? We all know that Kat has a tattoo that
was supposed to guard her against Marchand, but that as I see it, it hasn't worked as it should. The tattoo is worthless. If he really has Raven, the only
way is to confront him in his lair. *glares angrily at the others* And someone has to stay behind to watch Kat so she won't do anything .... stupid.
Manouche *shakes her head,
feels her heartbeat returning to normal, her hands less shaky. She drinks more
of the water, looks around at all of them* There is power to that tattoo, I’ve
seen it meself. *she looks at Abberline*
Per’aps ye don’t recall, mate, an’ with good reason, considerin’ what ‘appened to ye
right after. *she glances at Kat, wonders if she’ll be cognizant of all
she’s about to say; turns to the others* It were when we was shipwrecked
on an island, savvy? Mr. Blake an’ me.
Th’ Inspector, an’ Kat, an’ Godley, an’ Raven, too, they come t’ rescue us. Marchand were there as well. We were all captured, an’
he were about t’ prey on Kat, so I stepped in … I used some o’ me own blood on ‘er tattoo, an’
I said a chant that I’d learned from … *frowns* Blimey, I don’t
recall now where it come from. It came t’ me right after th’ first
time I laid eyes on Ama … *her voice trails off as she tries to remember; shrugs, continues* Anyway, th’ combination of blood, tattoo an’ chant … it stopped Marchand t’ some
extent, but … what ‘appened after that were horrific. *she remembers
how they were all so certain the ritual had sent Marchand back to the box, when in reality he had come to inhabit Abberline,
and Abberline’s spirit was imprisoned instead. She squeezes her eyes shut,
tries not to let Abberline pick up on any reminder of that horrible time; looks around at them again* If we try somethin’ like that again, it may work. But
… I think th’ Inspector should be nowhere near when we’re doin’ it.
Savvy?
Abberline *wryly* I do remember everything what happened. It didn't do anything to Marchand, but instead ... *he
shudders* This time, there is no soul box. And even if it
was here, it is ... different. *he thinks of Victoria in the box*
You know full well that you can't control that kind of black magic and you can't know how it will work. And who will this time suffer from it. No. There must be some other way.
Manouche *sighs* It’s true, I mustn’t jump to th’ magic too quickly. Accordin’ to th’ Soothsayer, that’s th’ very mistake I made last time. I personally ‘ave a strong feelin’ that our answer lies somewhere in th’ use o’
Kat’s tat combined with me blood, an’ per’aps somethin’ still more that I’m not understandin’
regardin’ Chiana. But … I won’t make that decision on me onesies,
savvy? Not after I were apparently so wrong th’ last time. *she looks at Abberline* An’ seein’ as how yer
memory’s so keen, mate, ye’ll realize that confrontin’ Marchand would be equally ill-fated. Last time, it resulted in yer incarceration, a badly broken wrist that bothers ye to this day, an' a gunshot
wound. There won’t be any rushin’ to Marchand’s lair, that’s
out o’ th’ question. He’s more powerful than he was before. We wouldn’t stand a chance. *she
looks at Kat sympathetically, then turns to the strangers, arches a brow* If
any o’ ye ‘ave any advice or wisdom t’ impart, I’d be obliged.
If not, then with yer leave, I’ll be off to pursue answers from other sources.
At la Maison de Paradis:
Sarah, Barrie and Emma *arrive at Maison de Paradis; as they walk up to the door, Emma hears the
other children playing in the backyard. She lets go of Barrie’s hand and runs around
the house to join the others. Barrie and Sarah follow at a more leisurely pace.*
Emma *as she runs past Malachi to join her friends* Hi
Malachi! *Then she stops and turns; looks down a little embarrassed* Sorry, I ran away … *looks up at him* Were Miranda very
worried?
Malachi *looks at her sternly* We were both very worried,
Emma. You shouldn’t have done that.
We’re lucky that the Barries called and let us know where you were, we would’ve been frantic. *he crouches down, looks at her* There
are times to run away, sweetheart, but that wasn’t one of ‘em. Next
time, If you have a problem with one of the other children, or you feel like running even if you don’t know why, you
come talk to one of us. We’ll help you sort it out. Savvy? *she nods, looking very serious and sorry; his frown
relaxes into a smile, he pulls her close and hugs her* Okay, then. Go on and play. *she smiles, brings her arms around his neck,
kisses him; turns, bolts toward the other children. He stands up, turns to Sarah
and Barrie, grins* If someone had told me I would get so many kisses from pretty
girls once I became a babysitter, I might’ve opened a day care centre years ago.
So, how was Emma for you two? I hope she behaved herself. Can I get you anything, something to drink?
Barrie *Smiles* She was very polite and well-behaved. The perfect little
guest in fact. Nothing for me, thanks.
Sarah *smiles* She certainly was. I would appreciate a glass of cold water, if you don’t mind.
Barrie *as they walk towards the house with Malachi* Actually, we were hoping to discuss something with you regarding Emma. We
were thinking of – or hoping to adopt her. Now I realize that we don’t
have much experience as parents …
Sarah *touches the little bump on her stomach; smiles* Yet
…
Barrie *smiles and continues* … so we’ll understand if you
don’t think it’s a good idea.
Malachi *looks
at them both, smiles* Congratulations.
*he motions them to follow him into the kitchen, where he gets a glass of water, gives it to Sarah* It’s been my experience that what matters most with prospective parents is how much they really care
and understand about children, and in particular the child who’s left to their care.
I know enough about you two to know you’re both good people, and you wouldn’t offer take this on unless
you felt certain you would give your all to make it work. I’ll warn you
of what you’ve probably already thought about … a couple of days with one of these children is bloody different
from taking them on full-time. They’ve each been through traumatic experiences,
and that cold hard fact surfaces in their behavior every now and then. It’s
quite a roller-coaster ride sometimes, caring for ‘em. But … *he
looks out the window, watches them for a minute* … they’re all good kids.
We’ve butted heads on occasion, but … when you make it through those episodes, and then you see the kid
start to feel better … *he shakes his head* … it’s like watching a miracle.
*he turns back to Sarah and Barrie, nods* I’m pretty sure I can
speak for Miranda, and the Blakes, too, when I say as far as I’m concerned, you would be a brilliant match for Emma. As long as she’s keen.
Sarah *takes a sip of water* Oh of course we’ll
need to talk to Emma about it first. *Seriously* We’re
not expecting it be a smooth ride; obviously those experiences will surface eventually.
Barrie: Perhaps I am assuming
too much, but in my way of thinking, a stable home is a good first step to recovering from those experiences. *Smiles* You and Miranda are doing a marvellous job for these
children, but no matter how hard you try and how well you do, an orphanage is still not a real home. *Quickly ads* I hope that doesn’t offend you.
Malachi *looks at him steadily* No, it doesn’t offend me. We’re doing the
best we can. If it looks like we’re doing a good job of it, then that’s proof of what I was just saying.
Miranda and I have very little experience with kids, but we were willing. You two haven’t had experience, but
it’s something you want to do. *smiles at Sarah* And it’s something you’re going to be thrown
into in about seven months or so. These kids here, they really grow on you. *glances out the window again, continues*
You’re right, a stable home is a good first step. But have a care, they’ve learned some pretty clever tricks
in order to survive. And as it turns out, you’ve chosen one of the trickiest ones of the bunch. *he grins
at the surprise in their faces* She was sweet as pie with you, wasn’t she? Well, that wasn’t an act,
she is a genuinely sweet girl. But she struggles with a fondness for stirring things up between people. Make sure
you engage her in lots of play-acting and games that require a lot of imagination, because she’s very dramatic.
I bet she told you she ran away because the other kids were so mean, right? The bigger boys? And did she tell
you that all she had brought with her was cookies to eat? *he laughs heartily as their surprise increases* You
should know that, about two hours before she hooked up with you, she had just finished more than her fair share of one of
the biggest lunches Miranda ever cooked up for these kids. Matter of fact, Emma even managed to swindle an extra dessert
off one of those ‘mean bigger boys’! I sat and watched her do it. Poor Len, he’s probably still
trying to figure it out. *he chuckles, shaking his head* She’s such an operator, second only to the Gypsy
girl, Chírilo. I guess that’s why she’s one of my favorites.
Also be forewarned that she doesn’t limit her dealings with kids. She had Miranda an’ me going around
in circles one day, telling Miranda one thing, telling me another. *he pours a little more water into Sarah’s
glass, adds reassuringly* The good news is, every time we’ve caught her at one of her little games, she’s
always sorry and wants very much to be good. Like I say, we believe they’re all good kids. They’ve
just each learned unique methods of survival, that’s all. And Emma just happens to be a con artist extraordinaire.
Barrie *looks at him with a stunned expression* I would have never guessed!
Sarah *shakes her head and laughs a little* Oh, I don’t
know about that. It was pretty cunning the way she asked if she could stay a
little while longer and go play with the dogs. That girl knows she’s cute
and knows how to use it! *Turns to Barrie* Remember how I thought you and Emma had made a plan on how to win me over? Now
I’m thinking there was a plan, only you weren’t in on it.
Barrie: Very clever for
a 5-year-old. *Breaks into a smile* I’ll
have to plan some scavenger hunts and set up plays in the backyard …
Sarah *laughs; turns to Malachi* See, I already have
a kid in the house. And something tells me that she will get along great with
Isabella too … the way you describe Emma, reminds me a little of her. *Glances at Barrie* Between the three of you, you could have me running around in circles! *Laughs*
I can already imagine what she can do to poor Louise!
Barrie *laughs heartily, then to Malachi* As you can hear, we’re still keen on giving the little con-artist a home.
Malachi *nods* Good, then it’s settled. I’m
glad, it sounds like the perfect home for her. *looks at Sarah, grins* Though you may be run a little ragged. *he looks at the door
as Emma dashes in from outside* Emma, c’mere, sweetheart. *she comes over to them, casts a winning smile at Sarah and Barrie; Malach crouches down next to her* Emma, Mr. and Mrs. Barrie would like to have a word with you. *he laughs as she looks startled* No worries, you’re
not in trouble! You just stay here and talk with them for a little bit, savvy? *he rises, winks at Sarah and Barrie* I’ll
leave you to it. *he turns, goes out to the backyard to check on the other children*
Barrie *lifts her up on a chair and sits down next to her, then turns to Sarah suddenly not sure
how to ask.*
Sarah *takes a seat on the other side of Emma* James
and I very much enjoyed having you stay with us and we’d like you to stay permanently.
Emma *frowns* What does per…permaly mean?
Sarah *laughs* Permanently means that our home will be your home … that James and I will be
your parents. And you’ll get a little sister or brother too … and
an aunt.
Emma *Thinks about it for a little while then looks at them both as if wondering if they really
mean it* Some of the other children went home with new mom and dads … I
think they liked it ‘cause they didn’t come back. *In a very serious and grown-up tone* I think I will like it too … *to Sarah* You’re
nice and James is funny … and I like the dogs … and Louise …
Barrie *smiles* Does that
mean you want to come live with us?
Emma *breaks into a smile* Yes. *Jumps off the chair, shouts as she runs off* I’m gonna
go pack!
Barrie *laughs* That went
well …
Sarah *smiles* Yeah … We better find Malachi
and let him know … and ask if we can take her with us now.
Barrie *rises and softly kisses her* I’ll
be right back. *Goes out in the backyard and quickly finds Malachi* Emma is keen on the idea. Can we take her with us now?
Malachi: Good, I'm very happy for all of you.
I'll contact Manouche and Blake, tell them all about it, I'm sure they'll be fine with it.
*he takes Barrie back inside, to Sarah* I’ll go check on her, we’ll be right
with you. *he walks through the house, finds Emma in the room she’s been
sharing with the other girls* So, I hear you’re leaving us. *he crouches down, smiles at her* I’m real happy for
you, darlin’. Sarah and James are great people, I’m sure you’ll
have a fine life with them.
Emma *finishes stuffing a favourite plush toy, a little pink dog, into a small canvas bag; turns,
looks at Malachi, very solemn* W-will you tell Miranda I said ‘bye?
*her lip quivers*
Malachi *frowns* What’s this, tears? *he gently wipes at her eyes* No reason for that, sweet. You can come see us whenever you want. I
know you’ve seen people come and go from your life, but we’re not gonna do that, savvy? It’s different now, you’re in your very own town. You’re
gonna have your own mommy and daddy who love you, and you'll have toys and pretty clothes, and your own room, and you’ll
go to school and make new friends. And on top of all that, you’ll still
have all of us, and you can visit us anytime. We’re here to stay. Miranda will still show you how she makes those brownies you like so much, just like
she said she would … *he arches an eyebrow as she looks at him expectantly* …
okay, okay, I’ll still teach you how to play poker. But not till you’re
older, and only if your new mommy and daddy say it’s okay. All right? *Emma nods happily, holds her arms out; he smiles, hugs her close* You take care, and you be good for Sarah and James. *he rises
up, looks down at her, holding her little bag; smiles* You go on down to them,
tell them I’ll be there in just a minute. I’m gonna grab the rest
of your stuff.
Emma *turns to leave, then she stops at the door; she turns around, looks at him. She reaches into her pocket and grins mischievously as she pulls out his ring of house keys that she slipped
from his pocket; holds them up triumphantly*
Malachi *raises eyebrows, then reaches up his sleeve, brings out the little plush dog she had just
packed into her bag, holds it up. Emma’s mouth drops open in amazement;
she quickly opens her bag, digs around as if the toy will appear by magic. She
looks up at him, sighs a little. Malachi laughs*
Trade? *he comes up to her, holds out the toy; she hands him his keys,
takes the toy, smiles at him charmingly. He smirks, leans down, kisses her cheek. She blushes slightly, spins around and hurries back to Sarah and Barrie. Malachi watches her go, shakes his head, then looks around, finds a larger suitcase, starts packing some
of the things Emma apparently didn’t consider very important – clothes, shoes, her hairbrush and toothbrush, and
so on. He closes the case, looks around the room, smiles slightly, turns, leaves
the room to return to the Barries*
Sarah *as Emma returns with her bag* Do you have everything?
Emma *nods, then corrects herself* Malachi has the
rest of my things … *Grins* I only packed my toys.
Sarah *laughs* Well, as long as you have what’s
important. *Malachi returns to the kitchen, hands Barrie the suitcase* Guess we’re all set then … *to Emma* Why don’t
you go say goodbye to your friends and we’ll meet you outside. *Smiles
as Emma runs off; shakes hands with Malachi* Thanks … I’m sure we’ll
stop by to visit soon.
Barrie *shakes hands with him too* Thank
you, I promise we’ll take good care of her. *They go outside and are soon
on the way home with Emma walking between them.*
Malachi *waves after them* See you soon. *he turns, sees the other children standing behind him, looking at him*
Well, now, let’s see … that leaves us with … *he starts counting them off* … Erin, Bonnie,
Cyndi, Dylan, Robbie, Len, Ray, and Brian. *the children look a little forlorn;
he adds* Once Netta comes back from visiting Portsmith, and Chírilo comes back from the Blakes, we’ll have more than enough for a baseball
team. *they laugh a little, he smiles*
Now, you may be interested to know that Gilbert was here earlier, and made a delivery. *thinks to himself, and it’s a good thing I answered the door
and not Miranda* So how ‘bout some ice cream? *the children all brighten and dash for the kitchen, nearly knocking him down; he grins, follows them to
the kitchen*
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