At the convent:

Sister Emina *is showing Ava the convent she debates whether or not to tell her of her room.  After a few minutes of showing her around Emina decides she may as well show she hasn’t got much to lose.*  Ava I know this is boring, but if you want I could show you something better than this something that I have never seen before in my life.

Ava: *smiles*  Sure Emina why not.

Emina: Good please follow me *smiles* we must hurry we don’t want to get caught *smiles again* It’s nice to have someone my age here Ava you seem very nice

Ava: Thank you Emina your very nice too *smiles*

Emina: Thank you now you must not speak of this to any one only I and Father know about this. *Smiles* Father must not know that you know.  *leads Ava through some darkened corridors and down some stone stairs before they finally reach the room. Emina opens the door and she leads Ava in*  Here it is Ava it shows you what your heart desires most

Ava: Really so if I was to look in their I could see my nearly might be ex husband

Emina: Yes if he is what you desire *smiles and blushes* When I look in, I see a man he is beautiful so gentle and kind he’s going to save me from this place I know for sure.

Ava: *smiling* your in love that’s so nice what does he look like can you show me

Emina: *blushing some more* sure I’ll give it a go *she crouches down to the pool and she starts to chant to him again* Good afternoon my love lets see if this works shall we now we are closer. *She starts her chant* as I think of you please think of me. As I call to you will you move to me? As I send you my name will you send me yours? Let us be together. Together in love.  

Ava *watches her as she sees Emina’s mystery man she recognises him she’s seen him in town before. Ava doesn’t know his name but she is sure that it has worked*  Emina this time I am sure it has worked just give him some time, he will arrive trust me *she smiles as she puts her hand on her bump which has sprouted somewhat overnight*

Emina: you think so?

Ava: I know so Emina trust me *she lets Emina have her privacy with her images as she looks for her own. Ava stares into the pool she cannot believe what she is seeing her husband in skinny jeans and a t-shirt and waistcoat.  He is riding a skateboard that’s when Ava backs away * Oh dear I married to a man who uses a skateboard oh sweet Ava of DeMarco. *she summons up the courage again to look into the pool this time the image is much different. She can see George and the twins playing she laughs a little as she can see George trying to show Sam how to walk. * Oh George you’ll soon learn Sam too laid back to learn that just yet.

Emina *looks at Ava: whose George and Sam Ava if you don’t mind me asking?

Ava: Oh Sam is my son I have a daughter she’s called Ava *sighs* George is a lost love he is a fine man indeed and a great father.

Emina: You have children, that’s nice I am sorry to hear about your lost love Ava *pauses* did you see Don?

Ava: I did he was on a skateboard Emina a skateboard ….

Emina: I am sure he’s just experimenting Ava *smiles* Ava look have you seen him isn’t he a doll *smiles* I have never met him but I am in love with him. Do you know he has a cutest little routine in the morning and when he sleeps he looks like angel. *Laughs* You should see him when he gets a little annoyed he scrunches up his face a little *stands up* We best be moving it’s nearly time to start making cookies I love baking.  *leads Ava out of the room and up to the kitchen where the baking has already started*

At the Raineys’:

Mary *in bed next to Mort, who is sound asleep; she stares at the ceiling.  Finally she goes downstairs to get a drink.  She thinks she hears something in the living room when she reaches the bottom of the stairs.*

Gypsy voice:  Mary come to the mirror, the voice sung.  Come now before he awakens.  *Mary walks to the mirror and kneels down and slowly touches the surface.  She has no control over her actions.*  What do you see?  Do you remember?  Look harder.

Mary:  I see a woman.

Gypsy voice:  Yes, yes.  Do you see who the woman is?

Mary:  Why, she looks like me.

Gypsy voice:  She is you, don’t you see?  *Suddenly the mirror clears and the voice is gone.  Mary looks startled to find herself at the mirror.*

Mort:  Mary!  Mary, where are you?

Mary:  I’m in the living room Mort.  *Mort rushes down the stairs and sees her once again kneeling in front of the mirror, but to his relief she isn’t transfixed like the last time.*  I’m sorry Mort, I didn’t mean to awaken you, go back to bed and I’ll be right up.

Mort *walks over to her, leads her to the stairs.  She starts shivering uncontrollably.*  Come back to bed before you catch cold.  You know, I don’t think I want to keep that mirror.  We really don’t need
it, we have that huge rustic one over the fireplace.  Why don’t we sell it at the antique store omorrow?  I’m sure someone would love to have it.  It really doesn’t match the décor anyway.

Mary:  I’m too tired to think about it now.  I’m not feeling well, I’m really chilled.  Can we talk about it tomorrow?

Mort:  Of course we can darling, now get into bed.  *he holds her until she falls asleep; but it isn’t a peaceful sleep.  Finally, he too drifts off to sleep, only to be awakened by a loud crash.*

Mary:  My God Mort, what was that?

Mort:  I don’t know.  *jumps up, runs down the stairs, yells back*  Stay up there.  DO NOT come down until I check it out.  *runs to the living room, sees glass everywhere; calls up to her*  It’s the rustic mirror.  It fell down from the fireplace.  Don’t come down, I don’t want you to get cut.  Go back to sleep and I’ll be up in a few minutes.  *he cleans up the glass, glances around the room, his eye rests on the silver mirror leaning against the wall.  He silently curses it.  As he turns to go back up the stairs, he could swear he hears laughter.*

At the factory:

*Willy, Manouche, and Blake pull up to the gates.  They wait as four oompas run over and open them.  After they stop in front of the factory, Willy hops out and stares up at a large crane lifting a huge window to one of the top floors.*

Willy *an oompa stands next to him and Willy yells above all the construction*  When did the windows start going up?

Oompa *checks his clipboard*  Approximately 2:00 P.M. yesterday, Master Wonka.

Willy *nods with approval*  Excellent.  We're moving quite swiftly now.  *he turns, giving his eerie grin to Manouche and Blake, and gestures to the doors with his cane*  Shall we?  *They slowly walk inside, making sure to move around oompas who are placing more screws in the doors.  The entrance reveals a grand, long hallway, just like before, except red drapes line the ceiling.  Two statues stand on either side, one of Willy and another of Madame.  Willy nods yet again, still grinning, as they walk down the red carpet in the middle of the hallway*  Well?

Manouche *she and Blake exchange a grin, she turns to Willy*  Well, it’s … it’s quite stunnin’, mate.  Lovely, of course, an’ a fine tribute t’ yerself an’ Madame as well.  An’ anyone who knows half a thing about decoratin’ an’ such would be able t’ tell at a glance that yer workin’ with th’ finest of everythin’ when it comes t’ yer choice o’ materials. 

Blake *nods agreement*  It’s all really beautiful.  But …

Manouche *looks at him, then looks at Willy again, continues*  But … ‘ave a care, luv, don’t make everythin’ too grandiose, savvy?  Remember, Madame loves th’ fine things, but she’s also a down-to-earth girl.  Ye don’t want t’ make ‘er feel she’s in too much of a museum, as it were.  Yer wife is a fun-lovin’ lass who’s keen on ridin’ horses an’ makin’ messes in th’ kitchen with ‘er children.  Keep some o’ th’ poshness, but don’t ferget th’ whimsical fun side o’ things that made th’ first factory so special.  An’ make sure it’s warm an’ welcomin’ to children, they’re yer biggest fans.  Yer own children, as well as many children all over th’ world.  *looks around again, nods*  It is comin' along right smart, an' fast, too.  'Course I knew ye'd been at it longer'n you're lettin' on t' Madame, but I weren't about t' give it away.  *winks, brings her arm around Willy, squeezes him*

Blake:  It'll sure be good to have the factory goin' again, Deppville hasn't been the same.  *to Willy*  Show us more!

Willy *smirks*  This is just for show.  *they walk down the hallway and into the Chocolate Room, which, even though rebuilt, looks exactly the same*  I couldn't find anything to change here.  *he leads them to a grand stairwell and frowns at it, then smiles again*  Sorry, guys.  No elevator yet.  *They climb five long flights of stairs and make many turns.  By the time they get to the main room doors, Manouche and Blake are breathless.  Willy, however, stands in front of the gold doors*  Call this part of the factory my gift to her.  *he opens up the doors and reveals the grand living room, standing back as Manouche and Blake tour it.  Manouche turns and gives a slight frown to him*  I know, but like I said.  A gift.  *he leads her to Madame's office and opens the door to the pastel green walls and black furniture.  The frames still hang*  See?  Nothing too overdone.  All the bedrooms are the same way.  I think you'd get a real hoot out of Cole's.  And the baby room is done too.  Also, Madame is being given her own personal kitchen down the hall.  Just so she can cook whatever she pleases.  *he smiles at the pictures*  I want to spoil my wife.  But not make her unhappy.

Manouche *gazes around, smiling*  There ain’t nothin’ ‘ere that’ll make ‘er unhappy, brother.  It’s all jus’ lovely.

Blake *nods*  She’ll love it, Willy.  We sure appreciate you showin’ it all to us first.

Manouche *looks at Willy carefully*  Ye wasn’t really worried that she wouldn’t like it, were ye?  She loves everythin’ ye do fer her an’ th’ children, you know that, don’t ye?

Willy *glances down at the floor, then back up with a rather serious smile*  I have been married for two years to her, Manouche.  And yet every morning I still wake up with the fear that I'll mess up somehow.  I fear that she'll walk out of my life.  *his smile fades, he looks down again, back up, and then smiles again*  There are times when she should have walked out.  And she didn't.  It just makes me wonder how much more she can take.  *he looks at the picture of her and Chase on the mantel piece and shakes his head, laughing at himself*  But ... I wouldn't be a good husband if I didn't have that concern right?  *he grins at them*  So.  How would you like to see the next room.  Perhaps one of the best rooms in the factory?

Manouche:  Th’ past is gone, luv, best t’ let it go.  Forgivin’ each other an’ movin’ on, that’s what a successful marriage is about.  *shrugs, grins at Blake*  Among other things.

Blake *smiles at her; to Willy*  Madame’s a sensible woman, Willy.  If the good didn’t outweigh the bad, she wouldn’t still be here.  You’ve had your ups and downs, but you always come out of everything together, there for each other.  That’s what counts.  *pauses*  Okay, let’s see that best room in the factory.  *smiles*

Willy: *smiles and nods. Then he grins*  Okay, let's go.  *they leave and Willy closes the doors carefully.  They walk down three different halls and come to another set of doors, these with a beautiful wood finish.  Engraved in fine lettering is the word 'Blake'.  Willy gestures for them to open the doors.  Manouche and Blake open the doors and are welcomed by a breeze.  The living room is a light tan color.  The breeze entered through the open doors on the balcony, where an ocean view can be seen.  The table are the same as the doors.  The sofas are white as snow.  The fireplace is marble.  On the mantel piece stand numerous pictures.  Above it, two swords are positioned over top one another.  Willy watches them carefully*  Told you it was one of the best.

Manouche *reaches for Blake’s hand, stares, mouth open*  By th’ powers … *she and Blake enter the room, looking around as if they’re in a wonderland.  They go to the balcony, admire the stunning view, run their hands along surfaces of the fine furnishings, then Manouche turns to Willy, eyes shining*  Blimey, me brother … it’s beautiful beyond words.  I … I don’t know how t’ thank ye … *she comes up to him, embraces him tightly*

Blake *looking at the pictures*  Honey, look, here’s a picture of us with the triplets … and remember this one, from that night at Chez Roux …

Manouche *keeping her arm around Willy, brings him over to the mantelpiece and looks at the pictures*  An’ that one!  From th’ beach.  I didn’t even know either o’ ye had a camera that afternoon.  *she hugs Willy again*  What a lucky day th’ day our paths crossed, mate.

Blake *turns to Willy, puts a hand on his shoulder*  Willy, it’s all amazing.  We thank you, so much.  *he grins*  We’ll have a more, ah, tangible expression of our affection, very soon.  But … *winks at Manouche, adds mysteriously* … you’ll just have to wait a little longer, till it’s ready for you.

Manouche *laughs*  Aye, jus’ a little somethin’ we’re workin’ on.  Ye’ll like it, I promise ye.

At Tropical Breeze:

George *eagerly awaits the return of his children while he waits he packs all his drugs and paraphernalia into a cardboard box.  George takes the box and dumps it into the trash he takes one look back and he walks away for one last time. Now he is free from that world once and for all. He makes his way back into the house where he waits for his children. A voice can be heard shouting out side and then a knock at the door. George jumps to his feet and he opens the door to let Shane with his babies.

Shane: Hello George I am Shane Ava’s nanny and here are your children *he lifts them out of the push chair and they both stand uneasy*I’ll leave you three to it I need to pick up some things from the house *smiles* have fun *with that Shane heads back to the Casa Del Amor (the house formally known as the DeMarco’s)

George: *wrapping his arms around the twins he breathes in deeply and exhales, he whispers in their little ears* I am never letting you two out of my sight again daddy’s here now and that’s the way it’s staying no one is tearing us apart never. *he takes Sam and Lola’s hand and the take a very slow walk into the living room* Hey Sam not so steady on your feet are you *smiles and he picks him up while Lola steadies herself and she takes a few steps by herself.* Lola come back here

Lola: *looks at George with her brown eyes as she flutters them at him* Da Da

George: You just look like your mommy when you do that *sighs* Where is mommy I wonder. *Sam pulls Georges hair* Hey that isn’t funny *Sam starts to laugh* Lola come on honey this way *Lola falls to the floor and cries* Oh dear what’s happened this is why you don’t go wandering off *he puts Sam down on the sofa as Sam gazes at the TV. George picks up Lola and comforts her* There, there, daddy’s here now shh*Lola lets out a little yawn as she falls asleep on his shoulder. George lays her down in the travel cot* Well little guy it looks as though it’s just you and me now. *Sam looks up at George* what *laughs*

Sam: ‘im ‘im *he taps the remote*’im ’im

George: Oh I see you want the TV on lets see what’s on *he takes the remote out of Sam’s hand*

Sam: *getting excited he squeals* ‘im ‘im *As George turns over he starts to cry*

George: OK *smiles he turns it back over to the Fimbles* I get it now ‘Im means Fimbles *George picks Sam up and puts him on his knee. Sam and George both watch the Fimbles* so that’s green and yellow thing is Fimbo, that purple and blue thing is Florrie, and that green and pink thing is baby Pom. *Sam just looks up at him* so what’s that frog called oh he’s called Rockit so what’s that mole thing oh he’s called rolly mo. And what the he… is that thing oh it’s a bird she’s called Bessie *he looks down at Sam. * This is very bizarre Sam, and Daddy has seen some bizarre things.

At Rartigillichal:

Madame *comes back out after a while, Cole follows by her in a grumpy mood*  Now go play and try to keep your face clean, dear.  *Cole runs off to join Raven. Madame arches a brow at Alifi alone cleaning the table*  Where'd everyone go?

Alifi:  Oh, well, let’s see … Willy took Manouche and Blake to see the work he’s done on the factory … *smiles at Madame’s impatient expression*  Don’t be miffed, dear!  Your husband just wants to give you a nice surprise, is all.  *she glances around*  Raven and Chírilo took Chiana to put her down for her nap, then I think they were going to do some drawing.  *she glances over to the playpen, sees that the triplets have dropped off to sleep*  And it looks like the other children are giving you a little break for awhile!  *she waves toward the table*  How about another glass of lemonade?  Or would you rather have some coffee, or tea?

Madame *can't help but allow a smile to creep onto her face.  Alifi's calm and warm expression had always made her feel ... settled.  She feels herself relax more, clears her throat.*  Hot chocolate?

Alifi:  Of course!  That’s the best choice of all!  Come inside to the kitchen, dear, we’ll talk while I make it.  *they both pick up some of the dishes and linens and walk back to the main house, enter the kitchen.  They set everything on the counter near the sink, then Alifi motions for Madame to sit at the big table*  Have a seat, Madame, hot chocolate coming up.  *she looks through the cabinets, brightens as she finds it*  Oh, look, I believe it’s Willy’s favorite kind, too.  *looks over her shoulder at Madame*  Manouche once told me she wanted to always have it on hand for whenever you and Willy would come by, she knows how he loves his hot chocolate.  *she starts preparing it, soon brings two steaming cups to the table, joins Madame, sits down*  Here you are, love.  *she pauses as they taste it, then continues*  Madame … I’m glad the children are occupied, ‘cause I need to tell you something.  Manouche wanted to talk to you herself, but she didn’t want to bring it up with everyone around, and … she wanted to tell you before she told Willy.  *she pauses again, sees the interest in Madame’s eyes, goes on*  You see, dear, Manouche is … well, she’s pregnant.  She’s carrying a surrogate child.  She wanted so much for it to be hers and Blake’s child, but … it isn’t.  It all happened under very bizarre circumstances, we still don’t understand exactly how it happened, we may never know.  But it happened.  She’s going to a very fine Rom doctor in Three Rivers, someone I’ve known for many years.  He also specializes in … unusual situations involving the otherworldly, or the supernatural, or what have you.  *she takes another quick drink of the chocolate, sighs*  The father of the child is Inspector Abberline, and … the mother is Kat’s sister Metrea.  Manouche and Blake know all this, Abberline knows it, Raven and Chírilo know about it.  I’m happy to say that everyone is being completely supportive to my little bird.  Abberline is quite beside himself at the idea of another child on the way, and Blake … well, Blake is a prince, he loves her so much.  He believed her completely, without question, even before the doctor provided proof of all this in writing with the test results.  *reaches over, squeezes Madame’s hand*  You’re her dear sister, she was bursting to tell you about it.  She said she remembered when you told her about your first pregnancy, even before you discussed it with Willy, and she said now she understands more than ever how you felt.  Oh, my dear, she has really missed you!  I’m so glad you’re both back, she needs you.  *pauses*  I can tell she’s a little nervous about how Willy will react, though she hasn’t said as much to me.  She still remembers the last time he lost his temper over her – her unusual abilities and how they often get her in wild situations.  She knows you came to her defense, she remembers how he finally came to her and asked for her forgiveness for his sharp words, and of course she’s forgiven him.  But … well, she’s still nervous.  Just another reason she wanted you to know first.  You’ll help her, won’t you dear?  She’s gone from thinking she couldn’t have children to finding out she’s bearing a child that’s not really hers, one that has a troubling lineage.  *smiles a little anxiously*  Though Raven and Chiana are plenty of proof that the heritage will be a fine one, despite Metrea.