Many many years ago in a world much different than our own:

Talos *Turns away filled with doubts that are suddenly interrupted by Ama's scream.  But it was the scream of a warrior dying, not of one damned beyond all hope.  He was wrong.  Ama must not die.  Turning toward Naveron, he drives his sword into the ground at his feet as the ground rumbles and the sky darken*  You must lead!

Naveron:  I can't!

Talos:  You must.  *Another scream sounds.*  Ama.  *Turning his back to them rushes toward the stone circle.  At the circle he sees Ama hanging in the air in the midst of the stones, writhing in agony.  Dropping to his knees*  No I was wrong.  I am not worthy to be a warrior, nor leader.  *Leaping to his feet the air shimmers around him as he shifts to wereform attempts to enter the circle by force but is thrown back by an invisible barrier.  As he looks back at Ama in despair he sees another on the far side of the circle.  It's one of the Bree, the mortals of the other world who the brethren were sworn to protect.  He instinctively rises to try to do just that but she enters the circle with ease and Ama's body falls to the ground.  As he watches, the woman gathers Ama into her arms and Talos sees the tears on her face and recognizes who she is.  Ama's Bree mother.  Something must have drawn her here maybe something of the magic in her own blood.  She tries repeatedly to give her own breath of life to Ama.  Failing again and again but not giving up.  Until Talos sees Ama's hand move.  She lives.  Saved by her mothers love.  Talos turns away; Ama's saved but his own fate was sealed he would be cast out and exiled.  He'd made a horrible mistake and must pay the price he deserved.*

*Director’s note:  The Stone Circle here is a sacred gateway between their world and ours.  Only during full moons may one of the brethren pass safely through it.  The brethren unlike humans have an extremely long life span though it is possible to kill them. In actuality Talos is hundreds of years older than Ama, though she is his sister.  The Marchand named here is the father of Deppville's Marchand.*

At From Hell Court:

Wilmot *enters Sharks Tooth and looks about the room to see if Spencer is among the clientele.  He sees him at the bar and goes and stands beside him.*  Spencer!  *grins*  How have you been, it is good to see you.

Spencer *takes off his shades and looks at him with his strange eyes and as usual without a hint of a smile*  I have been waiting for you.  I've got something that you will like, Wilmot.

Wilmot *taken aback but curious*  You do?  Well, lets have it, good man.  What do you have for me.  I could use some good news.

Spencer: This will blow your mind out, fantastic stuff. It's called enhanced ghost tranq and it will take you to a totally different plane of existence. Straight to the universe from this small green-blue blob of dirt. Something you haven't ever even dreamed of. It's illegal, but the pirates have it. They say that the best source is a pirate called Kat. *he sneers* They say her lover makes it, but I don't know about that. I doubt that Constable Crane would ever be able to invent something so fabulous in his little meticulous mind.

Wilmot:  An enhanced ghost tranq.  *mutters*  What would I possibly do with that?  *looks up at Spencer*  Let me understand, if I would take this ghost tranq, do you mean I could walk with the living and they won't see me?  As if I were dead, so to speak?  Hm, that sounds very interesting, very interesting indeed.

Spencer:  No, I don't think that would be the effect, they say it will open up a new world to you while still experiencing the reality around you.  But if you are so bored that you want to become a ghost, that will be easily enough arranged.  *he signs the waitress who has seen better days for new drinks*  Why do you want to keep in a place like this?  Filth, bad drinks and ugly waitresses?  Full of unimportant humans.

Wilmot *looks around the bar*  Well I do have to agree with you, this place is a pig sty.  *shrugs*  but I’m not interested in a ghost trang.  What I am interested in is something to bewitch a woman I have met.  I sense there is a connection to her but I don’t know from when or where. I just know I have to have her as I once did.  You have good connections. I was wondering if you could lead me in the right direction or if you yourself could help.  You see, the woman is newly married and seems devoted to her husband.  But, I have no intentions of letting that stop me.  You are I are cut from the same cloth so to speak, so that is why I’ve come to you.  I will pay you well.  So, Spencer *winks* what say you?

Spencer:  A woman?  Isn't this bar full of women the kind you seem to prefer?  Now wait *he looks at Wilmot with his unsettling cold eyes*  It's more than just for fun, isn't it?  Our Johnny in love, haha *his laugh is short and unpleasant*  I'll see what I can do.  Who is this remarkable woman then?

Wilmot:  *hides his anger and smiles*  Her name is Mary Rainey. She married Mort a short while ago.  *looks around the bar and frowns*  These women do not interest me this day.

At Rartigillichal:

*Cab drives up, stops in front of the main house.  Perhan emerges, walks to driver’s side, leans in the window, speaks to the driver*  Please, wait here for a few minutes, all right?  *he opens the passenger door, helps Emina out*  Leave your bags here till we see what’s what.  *he takes her hand, squeezes it reassuringly, they approach the door*

Alifi *coming around the corner, calls out*  Perhan!  How good to see you!  *she walks up to them, Perhan takes her hands, they embrace; she looks at Emina*  Who’s your friend?

Perhan:  This is Emina.  Emina, this is Alifi, a very dear friend.  *to Alifi*  Are Manouche and Blake here?

Alifi:  No, they’ve gone into town.  Gone to see about a few arrangements for their wedding.

Perhan *brightens*  Ah, yes, it’s coming up soon!  Saturday, October 6, wouldn’t miss it.  *he looks around, notices the car parked in front of the mill house*  I say, who’s here?

Alifi:  The Wonkas.  They’re staying here until the new factory is finished.  *smiles*  It’s been very entertaining, all those children runnin' about.

Perhan *grins*  Manouche must be in heaven.  *glances at Emina*  The reason we’re here is, Emina is looking for Elliott.  Are he and Dawn still here?

Alifi *shakes her head*  No, they found a house, they just moved into it.  It’s a pretty little Cape Cod on Neverland Avenue, just a few doors down from the Barries’.   We miss them, but they’re very happy about their new home.  *looks at Emina, smiles*  It’s too soon for their proper housewarming, but I’m sure they’d love the chance to show it to any friends who happen to stop by.

Perhan *nods*  Good enough, then we’re off.  *turns to Emina*  The taxi’s ready and waiting.  Would you like me to take you there, or *smiles* would you prefer to go alone?

Emina: *smiles* I think I would like to go alone Perhan I hope you do not mind *takes his hand* You have been so much help I don't now how I can repay you *looks at her feet* Maybe I could cook for you sometime, Elliott says I should start my own business *smiles as she steps in the cab she waves him good bye* wait do you need to be dropped off anywhere *smiles* I cannot just let you walk can I?  

Perhan:  Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.  I’ll stay here, have a nice visit with Alifi, and I can get another cab later, or I can just walk back to town.  It’s a fine walk, and the weather’s most agreeable.  *he brings her hand to his lips, kisses it lightly*  Good luck, my dear, give my regards to Elliott and Dawn.  *smiles*  I would be happy to have you cook for me sometime.

At la Maison de Paradis:

Ichy:  The one with the sharp mind and a real interest in investigating, the one who kept listening to every word that I had to offer - was a girl.  But I can't have a girl.  It's completely out of the question.  I won't even consider it.

Malachi *runs a hand through his hair*  Ah.  Well, that doesn’t sound like a problem.  To call it a problem indicates that there’s room for discussion, but it sounds like your mind is made up.  *looks past him, toward the deck*  That’s Erin you’re talking about, isn’t it?  She’s a great kid, very smart, a little precocious, but a good kid.  I noticed, she was very keen on everything you were talking about.  I guess it’s stupid of me to even ask, but are you sure you won’t change your mind on wanting a boy only?

Ichy *offended*  That is a huge problem.  It has to be a boy.  No woman ever will enter my house.  Never again.  It has to be one of the boys.  Probably Robbie.

Malachi *looks at him steadily*  I’ll say one thing, then I’ll let it go … never say never.  *he looks out toward the deck again, then back to Ichy*  As you wish.  Robbie’s a good kid, too.  *he calls out*  Hey, Robbie!  Come in here a minute, we want to talk to you.  *they hear a door slam, Robbie comes running in, quickly wiping ice cream from his face with a sleeve*  Robbie, Constable Crane would like to have you come stay with him for awhile, if you’re keen.

Robbie *face brightens, he looks from Malachi to Ichy, then to Miranda, then back to Malachi again*  D-does this mean … he’s gonna be my new daddy?

Malachi *crouches down in front of him*  Well, we’re gonna see how it goes.  But … yes, that’s the general idea.  We’ll start with sort of a trial period, like the other kids have done.  Remember when Emma went to the Barries, and when Cole and Lizzy went to the Wonkas?

Robbie *thinks for a moment, then looks at Malachi, smiles*  Yeah … an’ none of ‘em came back.  They were all adopted, weren’t they?

Malachi *grins, glances at Ichy, winks*  Ah, deductive reasoning!  Yes, that’s what happened.  So if you’d like to go with Constable Crane today, stay at his house for awhile, you can both see how you like it, see how you get along.  And if you’re both happy with the arrangement, then we’ll look into making it permanent.  Savvy?

Robbie *smiles eagerly, nods, then turns to look at Ichy.  He walks up to him, holds a hand out to shake*  Thank you, sir.  *adds shyly*  What should I call you?  Const’ble, or mister, or … *he starts to say “daddy” then stops himself; looks up at Ichy hopefully*

Ichy *Feeling very embarrassed and awkward, shakes firmly Robbie's hand*  I - I haven't really thought about that yet.  *shyly glances at Miranda*  If you feel comfortable with it, just call me Daddy.  I .. I sort of like the sound of it.  Thank you very much for having such trust in me.  *he bows slightly to Miranda, who stifles a smile, and nods appreciatively, Ichy turns to Robbie sternly*  It is my belief that children do not feed solely on ice-cream.  We have to make a stop at Grape's.

Robbie *grinning, gripping Ichy's hand harder*  The kids, they need candies too!

Malachi *laughs*  Robbie, you may have a little of the pirate in you!  You be good, and listen to what Crane tells you, savvy?  *Robbie nods, beaming; Malachi looks at Ichy*  Why don’t you two go ahead, have fun, we’ll get some of Robbie’s things sent over to your house in a little while.

At Sam and Romany’s:

Sam *in the kitchen, preparing lunch, he is about break some news to Romany*

Romany:  Sam what are you cooking? *kisses his cheek*

Sam: Grilled cheese toasties.

Romany: Ah yummy.

Sam *tosses a toastie in the air and it lands on the plate*  For my lady.

Romany: Did you right back to your mom yet?

Sam: Yeah she wants to come here.

Romany: she wants to come here?

Sam: Yeah and she wants to meet you.

Romany: I don't know what to say.

Sam: She's on her way on the train.

Romany: Oh.

Sam: She'll be here soon.

Romany: Oh?

Sam:  Maybe 2.00 pm.

At the convent:

Father Love-Joy *leaves the fabric room, what he could do with right now is one of Emina’s cookies and a glass of her hot chocolate. He makes his way into the kitchen Emina’s hiding place. When he enters the kitchen it is empty and cold so he decides to check out her bedroom. When he opens the door her room is empty he cannot understand why it would be empty. Emina would never leave the convent. On that note he heads for the office to see if Mother knows where she is.*  Ana where’s Emina?

Mother: Emina *pulls her glasses off* I told her she had to leave.

Father: *shocked* why Ana why on earth would you do that?

Mother: She fell in love with another.

Father: That’s no excuse *bangs his hands down on the desk* Emina has never been out of the convent by herself.

Mother: It is she has disobeyed his vows.

Father: She did not this is what this place is about teaching these women how to love … when did you do it?

Mother: Yesterday night.

Father: Yesterday night… are you mad you know she’d never last the night… my poor baby all alone in the world.

Mother: She’ll be fine.

Father: *pacing* what if something happened to her I need to find her.

Mother: Aaron please.

Father: You do not understand.

Mother: Of course I understand I am thinking about the other nuns they do not want men coming in and out of this convent…

Father: I do not mean that Ana how could you I cannot believe you would stoop so low.

Mother: How dare you Aaron?

Father: Is this what Don would want you punishing a woman because she fell in love …. I cannot look at you right now I need air… *He slams the door and heads to the garden he cannot bear the thought of Emina being alone. He wonders what he will do how is he going to explain this to the nuns. Father is not amused with Ana he still cannot understand way she did it.*

At Elliott’s house:

Emina *waves goodbye to Perhan as the cab drives off she watches the people of Deppville as she waits to arrive. Emina is pretty much silent in the cab you would only know if she was there from the odd sniff she makes. The cab driver pulls up at Elliott’s and DeNiro helps Emina with her suitcase to the door.*

DeNiro *whispers* Good luck just be yourself.  *he waves goodbye*

Emina *stands at the door sometime before she plucks up enough courage to knock.  She gently knocks on the door as she waits for an answer she doesn’t really know what to say.*

Elliott *opens the door, looks at her, surprised*  Emina!  I’m so glad to see you, please come in!  *he holds the door open, brings her in, then notices her suitcase*  Oh, are you going away?  *he tries to sound merely interested, tries to hide the disappointment he feels at the thought of her leaving*  I … I hope it’s not an emergency.

Emina *her face lights up with happiness as she sees him*  Elliott *her smile quickly turns to sadness again* she..she...* tears fill her eyes* kicked me out... after you left I got lost and I didn’t know where to go....I ...I ... spent the whole night alone in the park... it was cold and scary... I didn’t know were you lived and the people didn't know who you were .... then I met this man Perhan he took me to your friends house Manouche, but she wasn't in and this lady Alifi was there she told him were you lived an... an... now I am here *looks at him in desperation*  I think it's called an emergency.

Elliott *eyes wide*  Kicked you out?  Out of the convent?  Whatever for?  That’s ridiculous!  *he puts his arms around her*  It’s all right, we’ll sort it out.  You need a place to stay … I’m sure we can find a place for you.  *pauses, adds shyly*  You – you’re more than welcome to stay here, unless you would feel too strange about it.  I mean, I know we just met, and I know you probably want to be careful of your reputation, but … I do have a perfectly good guest room right here.  *holds her away slightly, looks at her*  If you’re not comfortable about stayin’ here, there are lots of other places.  The big place where you just were, Manouche an’ Blake’s, I’m sure they would be happy to put you up, they have lots of room and they’re fine people.  Or would you rather have a room at Chez Roux?  *he stops, then smiles apologetically*  I’m sorry, my dear, that’s an awful lot for you to have to think about right this second.  You just spent the night in the park, I bet more than anything you’d like a nice cup of tea.  Come in to the kitchen, just relax for awhile, we’ll sort this out later.  *they leave her bags by the door, he brings her into the kitchen, moves some things on the table out of the way, has her sit down*  Here you are, I’m sorry about the mess.  Still putting things away.  But don’t worry, I have everything handy to make tea.  Dawn’s outside playin’ somewhere, she’s probably down at the Barries’ house.  She’ll be back in a little while.  *he soon pours out two cups of tea, brings them to the table, sits down at the table next to her*  Now, do you want to tell me what happened?  Or would you rather not talk about it right now?