At Bournemouth House:

Metrea *Arriving at Bournemouth House and finding it conveniently unoccupied, slips inside
and goes upstairs carrying her burden.  After arranging the body in the bed, she enters the bathroom retrieves Abby's straight razor returns to the bedroom and dips it dips into Jeanne's blood then and drops it on top of the corpse.  Smiling cheerfully*  My work is done.  *Taking her coat, she leaves the house.*

At Rartigillichal:

Abberline *tries to concentrate on the consommé, but he has no appetite. He'd rather have an absinthe. Or smoke opium. He lifts the spoon and tastes, and it isn't bad at all.* What is a Basque cake? * Kat? She doesn't want to see me... *then he resolutely shuts her out, fearing that Raven might he connected too, though he seems occupied with eating. Manouche, the eternal optimist. Anything can happen, and usually anything means no good. He casts a glance at her, but she seems to be as slim a usual. Does he really have to wait seven long months - or could Chiana perhaps work her wonders again...* Manouche, who will be the midwife?

Manouche:  Midwife … blimey, I hadn’t thought of it.  *looks at Alifi*

Alifi *smiles*  I’m rather inexperienced in that area, but I’m sure the doctor can recommend someone.  *looks at Abberline*  Don’t worry, Inspector, it’ll be fine.

Manouche:  ‘Course it will.  *stands up, picks up plates*

Alifi:  Bird, why don’t you let me do that …

Manouche:  Don’t be daft, I ain’t made o’ glass.  Better t’ move about, keep th’ blood flowin’ an’ such.  I’ll be back with th’ next course, all o’ ye stay put.  *takes plates to the kitchen, sets everything down, then steps over to the sink and grips it, leaning over slightly.  Starts to tremble, thinking perhaps it’s another vision, but it feels different this time, and she braces herself.  She closes her eyes, sees a pretty little girl about six years old, dark hair, large dark eyes, and without hesitation Manouche whispers*  Faith …

Faith *sorrowfully*  They’ll try an’ take me … they’ll try an’ take you, too.  Don’t let ‘em!

Manouche:  Wh-who, luv?  Who’ll try an’ take us?  An’ to what point an’ purpose?

Faith *starts to cry*  All the wrong reasons … all the wrong reasons … Daddy mustn’t find out … promise!  *starts to cry harder*  Promise …

Manouche *starts to shiver violently as the child’s tears flow*  S-stop, luv, I promise, I promise!  Nothin bad’s goin’ to ‘appen long as I ‘ave any say in it, savvy?  *she stops talking, grits her teeth as a flash of a vision appears with a loud sound like breaking glass, and she sees a body lying in a bed in Bournemouth House … she sees blood … she moans, brings her hands up to her eyes as if to shut it out*

Faith:  Keep Daddy an’ my brother an’ sister away from Bournemouth for now.  *starts to calm down*  Don’t let ‘em!  Don’t let ‘em, promise …

Manouche *responds quickly, even though she has no idea what the little girl is talking about*  I – I promise, luv, I swear … *she sees the little girl look at her, her tears stop flowing, and she smiles at Manouche and blows a kiss, dissipating all the painful aspects of the vision, like leaves scattering in a breeze.  Then the vision clears away altogether, the child fades, and Manouche finds herself in her kitchen again.  She slowly straightens up, loosens her hold on the sink, looks around the room as if she expects to see the little girl watching her.  She sees nothing out of the ordinary, runs a hand through her hair, waits for her breathing to become steady.  She looks over at the counter, picks up the platter of Bœuf Bourguignon, takes it into the dining room, smiling brightly*  ‘Ere, luvs, help yerselves.  *she quickly turns and leaves, returns to the kitchen, grabs the salmon, brings it to the dining room.  She sits down, glances around the table cautiously, feels a relief as everyone seems too preoccupied to notice anything amiss with her.  She takes a deep breath, manages to relax, takes a piece of bread from the basket in front of her.  Casually, to Abberline*  Y’know, Fred, it’s a bit late … would ye care t’ stay on ‘ere tonight?  You an’ Raven, an’ Chiana, of course.  There’s plenty o’ room, we could ring Candy an’ let ‘er know so she don’t worry.

Abberline *absentmindedly*  Yes, why not.  It's late and Chiana needs her sleep.  You know, I can't pretend that nothing has happened, it's just a whole mess in me ... I don't feel well.  Will you take the children to bed.  I'll have to go out a bit on my own to clear my head.  I don't know if I should be happy or cry.  Or both.  I am sorry, but I can't eat more.  I need a smoke.  *He smiles at Manouche, pushes his chair and gets up, goes out.  He wanders aimlessly to the mill pond once more.  It's completely still and like a mirror, and he can see only himself on the surface.  He walks on, to the river, not really knowing where he is going, and when he is far enough not to be seen, he takes a small pipe from his pocket, sits down by a tree trunk and lights it, and soon his nerves calm down, and his heart beat slows to a pleasant pace, and he sees images floating by, none of them meaningless, and a pleasant haze fills his head ... *

*When he wakes up, a bright sunlight floods from the open window.  He yawns, feeling it is still too early to get up.  He must have walked back to the guest house without remembering it.  Not wanting to get up, he turns on his side and his hand hits the body of Kat lying beside him, and his eyes are instantly open*  Kat, you came back to me?  *She doesn't reply, she doesn't move.  Something feels out of the way, and when he glances around himself, he sees the familiar surroundings of his own bedroom in Bournemouth House, and Kat - the woman lying beside him is not Kat.  It's Jeanne, the funny woman he met at From Hell Court.  And her throat is slashed open.  And he can't remember a thing from last night.*

At Bournemouth House:

Candy *folds Chiana's laundry after ironing and puts them in a basket to take them back to Chiana's room.  It's a job she loves to do, she loves the smell of fresh, clean laundry, and she puts the clothes back in the closet humming a tune. When she's ready she begins to be restless, as always when Chiana is away.  There is not much more to do, because Marta, silent and effective, takes care of the household chores.  She peeks into Raven's room, but it's in good order.  Just the owl looks back at her with round yellow eyes.  She passes the door to the master bedroom, and it seems to her that a pillow has fallen to the ground, she pushes the door entirely open, and starts to scream seeing a dead woman on the bed.  It's no doubt she's dead, there's all that blood and her head is in an impossible angle and there's a razor lying near.  And what is even more worse, it is Jeanne Missoni, the nice woman who helped her to find the Inspector at From Hell Court.  She runs out of the room, straight to the phone and calls the Security*  Someone has killed a woman!  She's in the bed!

At the Security office:

DeeDee *speaking to Candy on the phone*  Hold on.  Who is it and exactly what has happened?  We need all ... Candy, is it you?

Candy:  Oh DeeDee, there is a dead woman in Inspector Abberline's bed!

DeeDee:  Oh?  And where's the man himself?

Candy *confused*  Why?  Why do you ask about him, he is not at home.

DeeDee *getting excited over the prospects of having a juicy gossip at hand*  Just a checkup.  You know how we Security personnel are.  I will inform Chief Inspector Brasco immediately.  Stay where you are.  Don't touch anything, and lock the door to the bedroom.  *She puts down the receiver, thinking of whom to call first while she walks over to Donnie's room on her high heels in her half transparent summer dress, but Donnie's door is firmly shut.  Wanting to tell the news immediately to someone, she runs upstairs, past Charlie to Portsmith.  She will know what to do!*  Commander,
someone just got killed!

Brandy *Appears in the door*  Excuse me Commander, I just received a rather bazaar phone call.  A terrified young woman whose butchery of English grammar leads me to suspect her to be one of the From Hell Court unfortunates told me that she was approached by Fred Abberline with another lady last night and was hired to be part of a ménage à trois.  But she said just outside Bournemouth House Abberline and the lady had an argument.  Threats were made. It frightened her so much she fled.  She called it appears because word on the street is that murder has been done at Bournemouth House and she feared for her life.  I tried to convince her to come in and make a statement but she immediately hung up on me.

Portsmith *looks at both of them, intrigued*  Indeed?  You know that normally I don't deal with these trivial crimes, but as it seems to concern Inspector Abberline, Brandy, I think we have to do some investigating.

DeeDee *takes her chance to get involved feeling important*  My sister called from Bournemouth House, Commander.  There is a dead body in the Inspector's bed.

Portsmith *brightens up*  Is that so?  Officer Norrington, we do have to find Inspector Abberline.  Ménage à trois?  *she rolls eyes*  Fred's getting off the rail badly.

Brandy *haughtily*  Indeed, if he has in fact taken to killing off his playmates, he's much more than off the rail.  It would mean at the very least 99% of the female population of Deppville has landed on the endangered species list.  I always knew he teetered on the edge of insanity. He must be located and jailed before he takes any more lives.  *Disdainfully to Dee Dee*  Let this be a lesson to you, girl.  Never judge a book by its cover.  What's hiding inside just might get you killed.

At the Security office:

Isabella *stops before a red light at the intersection tapping her fingers against the wheel impatiently.  She takes out her cell phone and for a brief moment she considers calling Sands; despite how things ended between them, she still trusts him in this type of situation.  But she is aware of how it’ll look to Hanson and even though it’s not her main priority right now, she doesn’t want to screw up their relationship before it’s barely started, so she goes back a few names in the contacts and finds Hanson’s number instead; starts talking quickly as soon as he picks up*  Tom, hi … I’m on my way to the office; the Andersons have Emma and I’m going after them.  Are you coming with me?

Hanson *Hesitates for a moment; then answers a little unsurely*  Are you sure that’s a good idea?  Maybe you should let the FBI handle it.

Isabella *the lights change and she continues across the intersection without much regard to the speed limits; agitated*  Look, I don’t have time for this.  Are you coming or not?

Hanson:  Yeah, yeah, I’ll meet you outside.  *after all, going with her is better than sit at the office waiting to here how it all turns out.*

Isabella:  Good.  See you in a bit.  *Hangs up the phone and throws it on the passenger seat*

Hanson *hangs up; he throws on his jacket as he hurries out of his office, but instead of going outside straight away, he heads for Donnie’s office.  He quickly explains what’s going, looks at Donnie with concern*  I don’t think it would do much good if I tried, so could you try to talk her out of it?  She seems to listen to you.

Donnie *runs a hand through his hair with a little sigh*  I doubt it’ll have much effect.  I mean, it’s her family.  But I’ll give it a try.  She could get in a whole lot of trouble with the feds if she fails.

Isabella *drives up to the Security building, sees Hanson and Donnie waiting outside.  She did kind of expect Hanson to tell Donnie what’s going on, but it still annoys her.  He may be the boss, but does he really have know everything?  She stops the car and rolls down the window as they approach her*

Donnie *looks at her a little firmly, although not without sympathy*  Look, Isabella, I know Emma is your niece, but you can’t get involved in this.  If it fails, you’ll be in a lot of trouble.  They might even try to charge you with obstruction of justice!  Let the FBI handle it.  Please!

Isabella *mutters*  I so don’t have time for this!  *Looks at Donnie a little defiantly*  Try to stop me! *Turns to Hanson; impatiently*  Are you coming or do I have to go elsewhere for backup?

Hanson *glances at Donnie apologetically, then goes around the car and gets in; looks at Isabella*  Where to?

Isabella *pulls out onto the street again and starts driving out of the city centre*  Well, their adoption agency is in New York, so my best guess is that that’s where they’re going.  *darkly*  Only they won’t make it that far.

Hanson *glances at her; he’s never quite seen her like this.  He admires her determination, but it also worries him that she seems to completely ignore the possible consequences.  It’s all too clear to him how she earned a reputation as being tough!  And he has to wonder exactly what she intends to do to the Andersons once they catch up to them.  But he’s afraid to ask.*

At De Marco's house:

Ava and Don *are in the bed after Don finally made it sing and sing it did for a very long time. Ava has her head on his chest she always liked listen to his heartbeat it beats as one with his unborn child. Don holds her tight althouh she can sense some awarkwardness he has towards her, she knows that it's her weight he always liked her to be some what thinner. Ava debates in her head whether or not to tell Don that she is carrying his child. Sighing she lifts her head up and looks at the alarm clock seeing the time she starts to panic.

Ava: Don *kisses him* I am going to have to get up and go I have a appointment at the hospital that I need to go to.

Don Juan: *sleepy* What? Hospital? You are not ill, are you? *but then he just rolls on the side and starts snoring again.*

Ava: *under her breath* no Don I am pregnant.  *With that she dresses herself and makes her way down the stairs she is greeted by Shane he always has a smile for her.*

Shane: Good morning Ava your going to be late for your appointments

Ava: Appointments Shane I have two

Shane: You'd best have something eat before you go here have some toast I'll make some more

Ava: Are you sure *Shane nods and passes her the plate* thanks Shane

Shane: Did you tell me what the appointments were for

Ava: Yeah ones for my blood pressure and ones for a scan so I can hear and see my baby

Shane: Bring back a picture the twins are dying to see there new sister

Ava: Sure I will.  *she disappears out the door and into the car to make her way to the hospital*

At Tropical Breeze:

George *has a guest in his house he hasn’t been seen around here for a long time George was starting to think one of his best regulars had gone to the heavens. The guest sits down on a sofa watching the fish swim in the tank. George potters in and out each room whilst his guest rambles on to himself about George and the music playing in the background.*

Raoul: * Raoul comments on One Toke Over the Line playing on the radio* One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. *He starts to swot the air and then he starts to focus on George who is about to leave the room again* There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.

George: *looking at Raoul* seeing those bats again good stuff isn’t it the best high you can get

Raoul: * Raoul can hear the music play, he lights a cigarette which hangs out of the side of his mouth. As Raoul high gets much stronger he crawls along the floor and starts to tap the fish tank he starts to see them talk to him* huh

Fat Lip: Hello Boys and girls, my name is Fat Lip and this is my friend *the big fish swims next to the salmon* Sammy the Salmon. Let me introduce to you a brand new dance. I know you're gonna love it if you give it one chance It's not complicated, it's not too hard. You don't even have to be a hip-hop star. *Raoul follows the fishes every move* See anyone can do it, all you need is style, now listen up peep gang, I'm a show you how, Put your hands to the side, as silly as it seems. And shake your body like a salmon floating' up stream. *He backs away and the he taps the tank again*

Sammy the Salmon: All my peeps spend part of their life in fresh water and part of their life in salt water.

Fat Lip: Wow, very interesting

Sammy: We change round a couple of days after spawning. Then we die.

Fat Lip: When I first did the Salmon all the people just laughed. They looked around and stood like I was on crack. I heard somebody say out loud what the hell is that.  This dude dancing like a fish while he's doing' the snap. *He starts to freak out even more* But the more I kept doing it the more they kept feeling' it and then I heard some woman say yo that dudes killing' it. By the end of the night everyone was on my team and the whole club was dancing like a salmon floating' up stream. I'll float up stream again

Raoul: *starts to see a bunch of sea horses dance* Holy Jesus. What are these goddamn animals?

Sammy: Most of our friends find their home waters by their sense of smell, which is even more keen than that of a dog or a bear. Did you say something?

Raoul: *starts to talk back to the fish* Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to dance

Fat Lip: Wow.

Sammy: My family also rely on ocean currents, tides, and the gravitational pull of the moon

George: *entering the room sees Raoul watching the fish* Are you ok

Raoul: *coughs* Stop fishy *He turns around slowly to George* Fine *and he starts to talk to himself*  No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.  *Coughs again* as you were

Fat Lip: The moon? Fish pay attention to the moon? Wow

Sammy: Did you know? *Crawling really quickly behind the sofa and he peeks over the cushions and waves his hand in front of his face*

Fat Lip:  What?

Sammy: That I could go to Japan, and back

Fat Lip: You're kidding me. Amazing. Jeez

Sammy: Polluted water can kill both baby salmon, that are developing and the adult salmon, that are on their way to spawn.

Fat Lip: Wow what a shame, what a shame. Huh? Whoa. Wow. Hey kids, hey give it up for Sammy the Salmon and his amazing salmon dance. Huh? Whadda ya say? Who’s Hungry?