At Portsmith’s office:

*Corso arrives at the office and heads straight to Portsmith's room without knocking at the door.  Portsmith starts and grabs her sword and points it at Corso, who backs a few steps*

Corso:  Commander, it's me, it's Dean, can't you see.  I got my body back ...

Portsmith *still very suspicious*  And how would I know that?

Corso:  Er ...  *tries desperately to think of something, gives up*  What if you would for once just trust me?  Without any evidence and haggling or squabbling.  I know that I have not always been entirely honest ...

Portsmith:  Aye, I know, Dean, you are working for money.

Corso:  For the money, Commander.  *sits down and sees his bag on the desk upturned, turns red*  No one else would know about the book than me, the one with the card.

Portsmith *lowers her sword.*  So what happened?

Corso:  I am me and Abberline is himself again.

Portsmith:  And my box?  Where is it?

Corso:  They destroyed it, Commander.  It is gone for good.

Portsmith:  And where's the Inspector?

Corso:  How would I know that?  Doesn't it matter that I am here sound and safe?

At Manouche and Blake’s house:

Abberline *in a cosy chair, having downed a brandy, lighting a cigarette with shaky hands*  Blake, will you get me another.  Or two.  And make it a double.  *He searches for his small laudanum bottle, sighs contentedly when he locates it.*  You know, Blake, I am a fool ...

Blake *obligingly pours him another drink, hands it to him, frowns at laudanum bottle*  Inspector, why don't you hold off from that, just for a little while?  After what you've been through.  I'm not judgin' ... but you want to be takin' care of yourself ... for him if nothin' else.  *looks over, smiles at Raven, fast asleep on the sofa.  Turns back to Abberline*  Now, how are you a fool?

Abberline *puts down half smoked cigarette and drops a few drops of laudanum in the glass and downs the second drink, then lights a new cigarette and looks at Raven for a long time, slips the bottle back into his pocket*  Just a few drops. You sound like Sergeant Godley ... neither of you have been where I
have been.  You can't understand what it is like ... I just want to sleep, like him, but without dreams.  I don't want ever to dream again.  I don't want any visions.  I'd rather die.  Those Shadows, those guardians, they were there all the time, in the dark, with me, and they were not talking to me, they were ... they were ... invading me, trying to break me.  *Looks at Blake*  I was trying to protect him and the others.  They don't need my protection.  They are stronger than me.  Blake, got more brandy?

Blake *nods, walks over to hutch, grabs another bottle, returns.  Pulls a chair closer to Abberline’s, sits down, opens bottle, pours drinks for them both*  You’re right, we can’t possibly understand what you’ve been through.  *takes a drink, looks at him sympathetically*  Y’know, there are different levels of strength … an’ different levels of bravery.  You’re obviously pretty strong, or you wouldn’t have survived that box, you were in there a long time.  That’s an unspeakable horror, Inspector, I’m not sure I would’ve fared as well.  An’ I wouldn’t be so quick to say you’re not needed, if I were you.  The others have their strengths … but they’re different.  You … you all … complement each other, know what I mean?  Your strength is your knowledge of what we’re dealin’ with, you know more about that than anyone else.  Another strength is your sensitivity … I know, that prob’ly sounds like a liability … but Manouche really likes that about you, your sensitivity and your ability to keep an open mind, to know that ... well, that things aren't always what they seem.  She says it’s a rare quality to be valued.  *pauses, pours another drink, lights cigarette*  Inspector … just what are we dealin’ with, at this point?  Are we still in danger?  Do you know what happened to the box?  Do you know how to destroy it?

Abberline:  No.  Don't.  *pours himself some more, not very pleased about being called sensitive.*  She warned me about the box, the Lady of the Lake back in Fiji ... But she spoke in riddles.  I don't know what happened to the box.  Maybe the guardians took it.  I don't know.  *pauses for a while*  I am never going anywhere near it anymore.  I want it destroyed.  And the guardians too, I want them all dead for good.  I must get my files from the office.  *tries to  rise up but slumps back*

Blake *puts hand on his shoulder*  Inspector, it’s late, and you’ve been to hell an’ back.  Please, you an’ Raven just stay here tonight, get some sleep, there’s plenty of room.  You’ve already been gone from your office for awhile, so take a little more time, get your strength back.  I know Manouche would insist.  We can all sort it out in the morning.  You won’t regret it … between Manouche an’ me, we make quite a breakfast, an’ the best coffee in Deppville.  *grins*  Just don’t tell Marijke we said that.

Later …

Manouche *walking slowly after encounter with Guardians, her heart heavy.  Approaches house, looks up, surprised to see Blake standing in open doorway, smiling broadly*  Eh, love …  *she speaks softly, but can’t help but smile back*

Blake:  Shhh.  *motions her inside, they enter quietly.  She smiles as she sees Abberline and Raven sound asleep, Abberline in the chair, Raven on the sofa* 

Manouche:  Blimey, they must both be exhausted beyond words.  *turns to Blake, sees him grinning*  All right, love, out with it, what’s goin’ on?

Blake *takes her through house, out onto patio that faces the river.  Closes the door, turns to face her*  I got some good news today.  I … I sold some poetry.

Manouche *stares at him, then beams*  Oh, love, that’s wonderful!  *throws her arms around him, hugs him tight*

Blake:  I couldn't wait to tell you.  I didn't tell anyone yet, I didn't tell the Inspector or Raven, either.  I wanted you to be the first to hear.  It’s just a small magazine, but it’s a good one, it publishes a lot of well-established writers.  It’s kinda amazing that they want to include me with some of those names.  But they like my writing, an’ they may want more.  *pulls check from his pocket, hands it to her*  It’s not a ton o’ money, but it’s not bad.

Manouche:  Not bad, it’s bloody brilliant!  *looks at him, glowing*  Blimey, me husband th’ poet!  I’m so proud, an’ so happy fer ye.  *gives check back to him, hugs him again*

Blake:  Yeah, husband … that’s just what I want to talk to you about.  I’ve decided what I want to do with this.  *holds up check*  We’re gonna get married, the way we should’ve in the first place.  And we’re gonna have a honeymoon.  Wherever you want to go … *grins*  … well, whatever I can afford with this!

Manouche *eyes wide*  Ahhh, William Blake … y’ don’t want t’ go spendin’ it all on that, do ye?  Ye know I don’t care about all that.  I mean, I know we’re plannin’ to ‘ave a proper ceremony, with Willy an’ Madame, an’ I’m all fer that.  But … well, don’t feel ye ‘ave to plan a bloody coronation fer me, savvy?  I ‘ave you, that’s what I care about.  Those things don’t matter to me so much.

Blake:  Well, they matter to me.  *smile fades, he turns from her, paces a few steps, voice low, angry*  I hate that we were married the way we were.  I hate that it was one of those damn creatures that hurt you, marrying us, thinking the whole thing was ridiculous.

Manouche:  Ah, love, who cares what he thought?  What’ll he ever know of such happiness?  All I remember is th’ way ye looked at me … when we was makin’ our promises t’ each other … an’ me heart still beats faster when I think of it.  *grins*  An’ ye ‘ave to admit, it’s a hell of a story, innit?  What a story fer our childr—  er, well … our godchild’ll find it excitin’, no doubt. 

Blake:  I care, I care plenty.  You deserve better.  You deserve a beautiful wedding, with flowers, a pretty dress, and Willy an’ Madame standin’ up with us … an’ a nice reception with all our friends, an' music an’ dancing.  *stops pacing, looks at her*  My mind’s made up.  This is the first nice chunk of money I’ve made from my writing, and I can’t think of anything I’d rather do with it than make this right.  *his anger fades, he smiles, sinks down on one knee before her, takes her hands in his*

Manouche *laughs*  By th’ powers!  Mr. Blake, what do ye think yer doin’?

Blake:  Before I met you, I’d been alone so long, I’d forgotten what it was like to have someone you care about, someone who cares about you … I look in your eyes an’ see everything I want, everything I hope I can be … everything I know we can be … I see you in the morning an’ I know every day is gonna have a shine to it that was never there before … there’s mystery, laughter, sweetness to life now, because of you.  *grins*  An’ even the times you scare the hell outta me … I wouldn’t change any of it for anything.  Please, honey, let’s do it right … Manouche Roussel, I love you with all my heart.  Will you marry me?

Manouche *laughs again, but with tears in her eyes*  B-blimey, love, yer writin’ yer next submission t’ that magazine, ain’t ye?  *she gazes at him lovingly *  Aye, William Blake … I love ye with all me heart, an’ I’m happy an’ proud t’ accept yer proposal.  If this is what ye want t’ spend yer hard-earned money on, then I won’t stand in yer way, savvy?  Jus’ don't let's make it too fancy.  Keep it down to a dull roar … ain’t like we’re royalty er such.  *smiles*

Blake *rises, kisses her hands, takes her in his arms*  It’ll be just how we both want it, honey, I promise.  We’ll plan it together.  It’ll be fun, lighthearted, beautiful, meaningful … an’ well never have to think of those … those creatures again.  *kisses her deeply, holds her close* 

Manouche *murmurs*  Deux coeurs, une âme notre monde.  *She suddenly hears buzzing in her head, reminding her of the voices of the Shadows.  She winces, forces back tears, wraps her arms even tighter around Blake, holding on for dear life*

Next morning:

Inspector Abberline wakes up with a star from a nightmare of total darkness and whispering voices and for a while he fears that he's inside the box once again, but relaxes as he sees the surroundings.  He is still in Manouche's house, and Raven is still peacefully asleep.  Not wanting to wake up the boy, He walks out and lights a cigarette, thinking of all problems he has to tackle, taking no notice of the beautiful morning and the tranquil landscape.  There's still so much unfinished business. The soul box and what happened to it, the guardians, Marchand.  And he has to return to the office for the Fiji files he left there. If he has an office anymore.  He thinks of Commander Portsmith and the inevitable confrontation with her that awaits him.  And with Corso.  And there's Kat, there was something wrong with her. He is used to her shunning him, but there's something more than her usual evasiveness.  She had seemed so sad.  She is up to something ... with Constable Crane.  And there's Sergeant Godley.  He returns inside in deep thoughts.  He can hear voices from the kitchen and he walks to the door and watches Manouche and Blake making breakfast.  They behave like they didn't have a single problem in the world … and their happiness, the way they look and smile at each other, makes him turn quietly back.

Manouche *has seen Abberline, quickly follows him*  Inspector … *catches up to him, hands him cup of coffee, motions him back outside*  I know ye ‘ave a lot on yer mind, mate … an’ y’know how I know, ‘cause ye got a bit of that talent yerself.  Dreamers, they’re callin’ us.  *points to inside of house*  An’ that boy o’ yers, he’s got amazin’ abilities in that particular area.  So it can’t surprise ye much t’ know that I’m aware o’ yer concerns -- an’ as such, I share more than a few of ‘em, savvy?  Not t’ mention a few related ones of me own, which I’ll no doubt explain to ye, all in good time.  There's things I 'aven't told anyone ... things I can't even tell Mr. Blake.  *pauses, looks out at river*  What I’m tryin’ t’ say, is … ye ain’t alone in this.  I know you an’ I, we’ve been on opposin' sides from time t’ time.  But havin’ seen what I’ve seen … I realize ye ‘ave an open mind, as it were.  If we put our facts an’ experiences together, per’aps we can bring all this t’ a conclusion.  However, if ye need me, it’s prob’ly best if ye come find me from now on.  I don’t think it’ll help plead yer case once yer back at Security, if a lowlife pirate such as meself comes callin’ at yer office.  Besides which, I think it'll serve me well to keep me distance from th’ Commander fer a time.  Per’aps ye can convince Sergeant Godley that we were always actin’ with yer best interests in mind, Raven’s too.  I don’t think he believes that, but it’s th’ truth.  *shivers slightly*  I – I can’t stop thinkin’ of what ye must’ve gone through …  *looks at him, determined*  I can promise ye, on pain o’ death, ye won’t ever ‘ave to go near that cursed box again.  *hears voices, looks past him into the house, smiles*  Ahh, Raven’s up an’ about.  *puts hand on his arm*  C’mon, Inspector, ‘ave some food, spend some pleasant time with yer son, ye’ll feel better.  Make it a bit easier t’ face that office o’ yers.

Abberline *returning inside with Manouche*  I wish he wouldn't have that what you call talent.  It is more like a curse.  *Smiles at Raven*  You must be hungry, let's have some breakfast, but I have to go after that.  *He takes Raven's hand and they go to the kitchen and sit down by the table.  He stirs his coffee absentmindedly.  To Manouche*  I'll have just coffee, thank you.

Manouche *worried*  Y’should eat somethin’ … blimey, there I go again!  Jus’ th’ sort o’ meddlin’ that makes Kat want t’ thump me.  Apologies, luv, ye can make them decisions fer yerself.  *smiles at Raven, who’s eating ravenously*  Anyway, lil’ mate’s eatin’ enough fer th’ pair o’ ye.  *pours out more coffee, sits down next to Blake*

Blake *to Abberline*  She tends to take care of everyone.  Bad habit.  I been tryin’ to break her of it.

Manouche *looks at him indignantly*  What ‘appened to ‘wouldn’t change a thing,’ eh?  *Blake grins, leans over and kisses her cheek.*

Raven *drinks milk noisily, wipes his mouth with his sleeve, looks at Abberline*  Do you have to go?  I want to go to the beach today.  Don’t go, let’s go to the beach.  *looks at Manouche*  We could bring Mother, too.

Manouche *glances at Abberline, turns back to Raven*  Ah, per’aps today ain’t th’ best day fer that, luv.  Yer dad has things t’ tend to, an’ yer mum … well, we should be gettin' ye back to ‘er.  That’s where ye belong, after all.  *She then remembers how Kat left very abruptly with Ichy last night, remembers the sadness in Kat’s face.  Shakes her head slightly, looks at Raven, smiles*  Y’know, lil’ mate, on second thought ... yer mum may be a bit occupied today, as it were.  Per’aps ye should stay on ‘ere with us for a little while today.  That is, if yer dad agrees.  *looks at Abberline, sharing with him her concern for Kat, wanting to shield Raven from it for the time being*

Abberline:  I am used to that.  You are just like Sergeant Godley.  *to Raven*  I would love to go to the beach.  I don't even remember when I last was on a beach … But I have important matters first, and I want you to stay here and wait for me.  We'll go to the beach when I come back, just you and me ...  *Kat would not want to go anywhere with him.  When he thinks of her, he senses Manouche’s worry and stops.  He looks at Manouche, Blake and Raven, the perfect picture of a happy family, finishes fast his black coffee and gets up.* 

Raven *jumps up and hugs Abberline*  Hurry back, Father.  *looks up at him, smiling*

Manouche *stands up; to Raven*  Finish up, luv, I’ll see yer dad t’ the door.  *Raven sits back down, Manouche walks with Abberline to the front door, opens it for him*  No worries about Raven, Inspector, we’ll take good care o’ him.  I may leave ‘im with Mr. Blake fer a time later today while I try to find Kat, see how things fare with ‘er, an’ whether I should be takin’ him back to ‘er.  Ye know yer welcome ‘ere anytime.  *looks at him for a moment with sympathy; hugs him, kisses his face*  We’ll sort it out, mate.  *steps back, smiles, waves him out the door, watches him walk away, closes door.  Returns to kitchen, sits next to Blake*

Blake:  Is he all right?

Manouche *shrugs; glances at Raven, speaks to Blake in a softer voice*  We ‘ave a great deal o’ trouble, still, love, I'll tell y' about it later.  I believe we’ll figure it out.  *Thinks of something, starts to grin*

Blake *raises eyebrow*  What's so funny all of a sudden?

Manouche:  I slipped a chocolate croissant in th’ Inspector’s pocket.  *they laugh, Raven laughs with them -- not knowing what they're laughing about, but feeling happy; surely things will be better now that his father is safe and his mother has started to believe*

On The Apparition:

Kat *grips the bars of the brig, simmering over once again being a prisoner on her own ship.  Ichy appears with her breakfast.*

Kat:  You never said why was it necessary for ye te be lockin' me in 'ere?

Ichy:  Because I know ye so well.  Didn't want ye te be disappearin' once ye 'ad time te 'ave second thoughts 'bout our bargain.

Kat:  I see.  About that bargain … I don't think ... I mean .... 

Ichy *interrupts*  There ye see!  No more talk. Our deal stands, or else!  Have yer breakfast.  I'll return soon!  *turns abruptly and departs the brig.*

At the docks:

Malachi *out for a walk, lost in thoughts about the soul box, Manouche, things Alifi said to him ... wondering whether he should stick with his plan of leaving, or wait around a little longer.  Suddenly realizes he's at the docks.  Looks at the various boats -- ships -- and a movement on one catches his eye.  Turns to The Apparition, squints, is surprised to see Ichy on deck.*  Constable Crane!  On The Apparition?  That's strange ...

At Chez Roux:

*Inspector Abberline walks past Chez Roux and notices a familiar figure sitting in a table at a window.  It's Sergeant Godley.* 

Abberline:  Sergeant Godley?  Isn't it too early for a drink?

Godley *brightens up first and then looks at him with a sudden suspicion*  Is that really you?  *looks him in the eyes and sighs, relieved*  Funny to hear such a warning from you.  This is just juice.  Where have you been?  I - I heard they got you back, but you did not even care to send a message to me, you just disappeared.  Are you all right?

Abberline:  No.  I am not all right.  *fishes for his cigarettes in his pocket, but his fingers touch something entirely different; with a baffled expression, he takes out a crumpled chocolate croissant.*  Need a breakfast?

Godley *grabs the croissant*  I have been to the office and I strongly advise you against going there now.  But I guess you will because you never listen to anyone.

Abberline:  I want my files back.  *Godley sighs.*  Is Marchand there?

Godley:  Now that is an interesting question.  Why would you want to talk to him?

Abberline:  I don't.  I want to shoot him.

Godley:  From what I have heard, you would just be shooting the body he inhabits now.  He stole your body.  He might do that to someone else as well.  You are not talking clearly now.  I think you should need more rest after that ordeal.  Get some more sleep.

Abberline:  I can't sleep.

Godley:  And that is why you are dashing right into the hornet's nest.  No, you aren't going anywhere.  *He eats the last crumbs of the croissant and gets up.*

Abberline *rising from his seat*  Are you going to prevent me from going to my office?

Godley:  I am.

*Abberline goes out and Godley follows him.*

Godley:  Look, isn't that the strange guy?  What was his name?  Malachi?

(NOTE:  Another cross-post between Pam and Marja – we’re becoming famous for it, LOL!)

Malachi *having left the docks, passes Chez Roux, decides to get a drink.  Walks in, sees Abberline and Godley, approaches them*  Inspector, Sergeant!  Well, this is different, us meeting up somewhere other than From Hell Court, isn't it?  How've you been?  I was just thinking of you both, after seeing Constable Crane ...

Godley *resumes his seat, Abberline hesitantly follows*  Yes, it is nice for a change to see you both sober …

Abberline:  Constable Crane?  Was he with Kat?

Malachi *lights cigarette, raises eyebrows at Godley*  I’ll ignore that.  And I’ll correct that situation as quickly as possible.  *waves for waiter, orders drink.  Looks at Abberline*  Crane?  Oh, yes, Crane … I didn’t see Kat, but I assume he was with her, because I saw him on the deck of The Apparition.  He looked squirrelly as ever, but a little different, like he was up to something.  I almost called out to him and then decided not to … *shrugs*  … I don’t know why.  *nods as waiter sets drink in front of him*  What’s up with him and Kat, they an item these days?  *grins, shakes head*  “An item” … sounds like something Manouche would say.

Abberline *following Malachi's example, orders one for himself, Godley declines*  I don't know about their … relationship.  What she does is none of my business, as long as it doesn't concern Raven.  But ... she looked sad and I believe something is troubling her.

Godley:  She doesn't really need your patronising, Inspector.  In fact, she seems to resent it a lot.  Why can't you just leave her be.

Abberline *offended*  It isn't just me, Sergeant.  Manouche was worried too.  And she is the mother of Raven.  *turns to Malachi*  I don't trust him.  What would he do on The Apparition?  *empties his glass and orders immediately a new drink.*

Malachi *notices Abberline’s quick dispensing of the drink, but says nothing about it*  Well, we could go back to the ship, see if he’s still there, talk to him.  I’m sure we’d find Kat, too, an’ then maybe that would put your mind at ease.  *takes a drink, then looks at Abberline*  Wait ... you said Manouche was worried about Kat?  That puts a different spin on it … I’ve learned not to take her feelings about stuff lightly.  *lights another cigarette, looks at them both*  Sorry, gentlemen, but I have no idea what’s been going on.  I’ve been keeping a low profile … I decided it would be best, didn’t want to arouse Commander Portsmith’s suspicions.  But … I saw Manouche just the other night, she’d come to me for … well, she needed a concoction, let’s leave it at that.  She was very shook up.  I know she had something on her mind, but she wouldn’t tell me.  An’ she looked like she’d been in a fight, her face was … *eyes widen, he looks up at Abberline, scowling*  ….. now I remember.  Blast that damn stuff, I’d forgotten.  YOU … you locked her up with NATE.  Godley told me.  *stands up, reaches across table, grabs Abberline by the front of his shirt, pulls him up, face to face*  What the hell were you thinking, you bastard, I should mop th’ bloody floor with you …

*Abberline tries to push Malachi away, but Malachi retains his grip.  Sergeant Godley goes between and separates them.*

Godley:  Gentlemen, behave yourselves!  *to Malachi*  You should mayhaps have been chasing the dragon a little less, my friend.  Calm down!  It was not the Inspector who did that to Manouche.  *Looks at Abberline waiting for him to give an explanation to Malachi but he just lights a cigarette.*

Abberline:  I am wasting my time here.  You can stay and chat with him if you want.

Godley, with a sigh, to Malachi *  It was not the Inspector.  It was Marchand ...

*Abberline, rising up:  I am not going to put up with this.  *He walks to the bar and orders yet one more drink*

Godley:  All right, everything is my fault ...  Now listen.  Before you make any more judgments.  It was not the Inspector ...  *Godley goes on and explains to Malachi what happened with the soul box ...*

Malachi *listens, his anger turned to astonishment by the end of the story.*  Y-you mean to tell me, he was in there all that time, and he …  *turns to look at Abberline, standing at the bar, turns back to Godley*  So Kat an’ Manouche, they got him back.  That’s what she wanted that stuff for.  An’ Marchand is … ohhh, damn.  *lowers eyes for a moment; looks back up at Godley, smirks*  I may have been chasing the dragon that night, Godley, but you were the one who came running in ranting about Abberline.  Guess we were both guilty of quick judgments.  Right, we’ll call it a draw.  *stands up, picks up glass*  By the way, Sergeant, you got chocolate on your face.  *grins, turns, walks over to bar, stands next to Abberline, sets his drink down*  Apologies, mate, I didn’t know.  But what I do know is, you might want to think twice about what you’re gonna do next.  I spent a lotta time in Fiji, and I saw and experienced a lot of things … and I prob’ly come as close as anyone can to understand what you went through.  *pauses, finds cigarettes, lights one*  Just so happens, I know someone who went through the same thing with one of those boxes, probably wasn't the same one ... except he didn’t come out of it so well as you.  He didn’t have anyone who cared much about him, so he spent more time in that damn box than you did, by far.  Poor bastard, I was the only one who gave much of a toss, and that was mainly because he worked for me, and I missed his, ahh, expertise on certain schemes.  So I dug around, asked questions, found some mystic types who knew how to get him out, you know, Fiji's lousy with mystic types! ... an' we managed to get him out, but it was too late.  My business associate was gone … he became one of those Shadows.  So … my point is, Inspector, watch how you handle things from here on out, savvy?  Don’t go off on some silent crusade on your onesies an’ get yourself killed.  We don't need another martyr, and that boy of yours needs his father.  I don’t know what your situation is with Kat, but you’ve got people who want to help, you’ve got Godley, Manouche and Blake, your own son … *sighs as he makes his decision* ... an’ myself.

Abberline:  I don't want to talk about that.  And what makes you think I would act stupidly?  If someone's got to get killed it's not me.  You, Godley, Manouche - you all act like I couldn't take care of myself.  But if you want to provide some help, you could for a start give me something that takes away those accursed visions forever.... *  Turns finally towards Malachi*  I - I wish that Raven could stay with Manouche and Blake.  *pauses for a while*  All right, I might need some assistance if I am going to see Kat.  She still doesn't talk to me.

Malachi:  For god’s sake, man, none of us are saying you’re stupid and helpless, quite the contrary.  We’re offering to help because we know you’ve been through something horrific none of us will ever be able to understand.  And it’s not all about you, y’know … we want to help because others are still in danger as long as these things remain unresolved, savvy?  You sure as hell don’t have to convince me you’re tough … the way you’ve come through that … others would’ve gone mad, or worse.  *stamps out cigarette in ash tray, takes drink, sets glass down.  Reaches into pocket, removes small vial, hands it to him.*  Here … I don’t think anything’ll take those visions away forever … but this’ll give you a little relief from your nightmares.  It’s completely safe, and easier on your system than your usual self-medication of choice.  Take it just before you go to bed, ‘cause it’ll knock you out hard an’ fast.  As for Kat … well, I’ll do what I can, but I suppose the best person to help you with that would be Manouche.

At The Apparition:

Manouche *having left Raven in Blake's care, has gone looking for Kat and Ichy.  Finding no one at Kat's house, now approaches The Apparition, calls up*  Kat!  Are ye there, mate?  I were wonderin' if ye'd like us t' bring Raven back to ye.  No worries, he's fine, an' y'know he's always welcome t' stay with us ... *pauses, waits for response, hears nothing, tries again*  Kat?  Ichy? ....

Ichy *Steps out, smiles most charmingly.  Thankful that he'd taken the precaution of drugging Kat's breakfast*  Well now, if it isn't Manouche.  I'm most pleased to see ye.  Kat's not 'ere, as ye can see.  She's out.  She'll be coming around in a while though.  I'll tell ye what.  Why don't ye just fetch the boy o'er.  No doubt she'll be very 'appy te see the both of ye.

Manouche:  Ahh, Ichy ... how are ye, mate?  Th' pair o' ye are suddenly a sight more chummy than ye've been in recent times.  Though it's true that Kat's alluded to ye in cosy terms more'n once in th' past, so I suppose it ain't so surprisin'.  Still ... *looks at him suspiciously*  Blimey, yer even startin' to talk like 'er.  *grins*  That'd set th' Commander's teeth on edge, her Constable Crane turnin' pirate!  *pauses, then shrugs*  Right, well, all seems square ... all right, Ichy, I'll go fetch Raven.  If Kat returns soon, tell 'er we're on our way.  Cheers, mate.  *turns, walks away, unable to shake an unsettled feeling*

At Chez Roux:

Abberline *impatiently*  Look, I am not trying to prove anything, I am just tired of this fussing about. * Pockets the vial and stubs out his cigarette*  Thanks.  I am off to the Apparition first.  Are you coming with me?  

Malachi *sighs*  Sure, I’ll come with you.  *stands up, puts money on bar, calls over to Godley*  C’mon, Sergeant.  *smirks*  Abberline and I have kissed an’ made up, but you may still be needed to play referee.  He wants to see Kat.  *looks at Abberline, grins at his glare*  Just a joke, mate.

Abberline *with sarcasm*  Very funny.  I am actually looking forward to seeing her again.  I haven't even thanked her yet.  It is always such a pleasure to meet her.  This is going to be a long day. 

Godley:  Too bloody long.  And you won't stay on your feet if you continue like this.  *looking at his empty glass*

Abberline *ignoring him, to Malachi*  I need you for Marchand.  I have a score to settle with him.  *Together they all leave for the port*

At the docks:

Malachi *to Abberline*  A score to settle with Marchand?  Inspector, I’m all too happy to assist in that area.  Matter of fact, you may have to stand in line.  I’d love to get my hands on that bastard …  *they approach The Apparition, see no one on deck.  Malachi calls out*  Kat … Constable Crane … anyone there?

Ichy:  I'm here but I don't recall 'avin' any business with the likes of any of ye.  Now off with the lot of ye.

Abberline:  Is that so?  And I don't have any business with you, so step aside.

Ichy *bars the way*  'Fraid I can't do that.  Ye see, I be in charge here from now on.  Now get off this ship!!!!

Manouche *returning to the docks without Raven.  She had gone home to fetch him, finding a note from Blake saying they had decided to go out for awhile, would probably wind up at the beach, she could meet up with them there.  Ichy's attitude was still bothering her, so she decided to go back and try to see Kat herself, one-on-one*  I don’t care if she thinks I’m meddlin’ again, I’m not about to bring Raven into a situation till I feel it’s safe.  *she approaches The Apparition, stops short when she sees activity on the deck; ducks into hiding*  Blimey … th’ Inspector, Godley an’ Malachi!  What business do they ‘ave with Ichy?  An’ none of ‘em lookin’ very happy at all.  *decides to observe from her hiding place*

Abberline:  In charge of what?  This ship?  So where is Kidd?  I am not going anywhere before I have seen Kat.  And, besides, I am your superior officer.  Move aside.

Malachi *murmuring to Godley as Ichy and Abberline continue arguing*  Maybe you should return to the office, get a search warrant.  If we can make use of the System at all, now's the time to do it.  Something's not right here.

Godley *looks astonished at Ichy*  What's got into him?  I think you are right ... the Commander will be glad to sign a search warrant for a pirate ship, but does it help?  And don't let him get into a fight, he's still too weak ... *Trots off with a worried expression*

Ichy *sneers, mutters*  Superior officer indeed.  *smiles*  So it's Kat ye want te see … well then I regret te inform ye something 'appened last night, not sure why, but Kat snapped … went berserk.  I thought it best te sedate 'er and also restrain 'er.  For 'er own good, as it were.

Malachi *brings hand to his eyes, shakes his head; opens eyes, stares at Ichy intently, fear growing*  I think Godley was close, but no cigar … it’s not what’s got into you, Constable, it’s WHO’s got into you.  *peers closer at him*  Wh-who are you??

Abberline *hears Malachi and backs off.  This isn't indeed the typical behaviour of Ichabod*

Ichy: *Annoyed*  Smart one you are. Believe what ye like gentleman but do us a favor ... AND BLOODY DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!

Malachi *stares at Ichy, then glances at Abberline, sees that he doesn’t look very well at all.  Godley was right, he’s still too weak from his ordeal to get in a fight.  Malachi also realizes they’re neither of them armed and he feels pretty certain Ichy is.*  C’mon, Inspector, we’re wasting our time.  *puts a hand on Abberline’s shoulder, starts to lead him away.  Turns back, grabs Ichy by the collar, shakes him, looks him in the eye*  You used to have such nice manners … you’re definitely not yourself, Constable.  Don’t think we’re done here.  We’ll be back later, and we expect to see Kat.  *smirks*  Or, let’s put it in nice pulp fiction lingo for you … we’ll get to the bottom of this.  Savvy?  *gives him a final rough shake, shoves him aside; he and Abberline leave the ship.*

Manouche *still crouched down in hiding, watches Abberline and Malachi step onto the dock, head toward town.  She waits till they’re out of sight, stands up, approaches The Apparition, calls out*  Ichy?  Ichy, what’s goin’ on, mate?  Raven's out with Mr. Blake fer a time, so I've come back on me own, as it were.  I'll fetch Raven later, but in th' meantime, can I see Kat?  Has she returned yet?

At Portsmith’s office:

Godley *arrives out of breath to the office and is about to knock on Portsmith's door when he hears voices and stops to listen.  It's the Commander and Corso, and they seem to be arguing.  He decides to wait for a while before interrupting the discussion.*

Portsmith:  It is clearly stated here, that you can summon the guardians with the proper rites, and they will lead you right to the box.

Corso:  Where did you find that from, er ... I mean that it was not …

Portsmith:  … not in the files you mean.  No, it wasn't.  It was in your bag.

Corso:  I - I took them for safekeeping …

Portsmith *interrupting him*  From me.  *A long silence.  Godley is about to knock on the door when the Commander resumes.*  And now you will help me to summon them.  And find my box.

On one of the small boats:

1st Shadow:  What do you wish to know, sir?

Leader:  What do you think, you fool?  I want to know what’s going on.  What’s the Dreamer up to?

1st Shadow:  She’s checking on her friend, as she told you she would.

Leader:  Really?  That’s interesting.  So she was being sincere.  But I still don’t trust her, keep watching her.  *pauses*  Now, I understand that Commander Portsmith is planning to summon us.  She’s going to use the old rites … *two Shadows snicker, Leader raises a hand up*  Yes, yes, I know, it’s rather amusing.  As if we hadn’t progressed being controlled by those rites.  However, this time, I intend to go along with it, and you will both come with me.  I don’t think it’s wise to hinge all our plans on that Dreamer, you never know what she’s going to do … despite the fact that she hasn’t stopped thinking about her brother for two seconds since we showed him to her.  No, I would like to talk to the Commander.  Who knows, she may prove more useful than she seems.

2nd Shadow:  So … when Portsmith summons … ?

Leader *nods*  We will go.

At Portsmith’s office:

Portsmith:  We need a stone circle, a fire and something that is important for us to sacrifice.  And blood.  Seems to be the standard ingredient.  You will provide it.

Corso *squealing*  Are you going to kill me!

Portsmith:  A few drops will suffice.

Corso:  You know you can always count on me.

*Portsmith takes the papers, the Necronomicon, her hat with the blue feather and Corso's bag.  Mutters to herself*  This should be enough.  *Corso follows her out of the office.  Neither of them notice Sergeant Godley, who follows them at a small distance all the way to the Commander's castle.*

At Portsmith’s castle:

Portsmith *lights a fire in the middle of the expensive stone circle she imported illegally from Bretagne.  She takes her hat, and looks for a long time at the magnificent feather, loathe to part with it, but she composes herself and with a sigh tosses it in the fire; and, despite Corso's agitated protests, his bag is next, followed by some drops of blood from Corso's finger.* 

Portsmith:  I call you by the name of the Eternal Dark Circle of Fiji!  Step up from the Shadows.

Leader *accompanied by two Shadows, appears, standing behind Portsmith and Corso, peering over their shoulders at the fire.  Portsmith and Corso jump when he speaks*  Interesting, very interesting.  I must say, Commander, you have a beautiful voice.  Very … well, commanding.  Are you seeking our counsel, or are you just playing séance?  *Shadows snicker; they stop as Leader glares at them sternly*

Portsmith *turns to see the Shadows; Corso tries to hide behind her back.*  I have summoned you to be my servants …  *her voice sounds a little uncertain.  This is not the way the Shadows should respond.  They seem somewhat disrespectful*  You will lead me to my box!  *whispers aside to Corso*  If you have been tampering with documents again, I swear I'll feed you to the sharks.

Leader *studies her for a moment*  Your … SERVANTS.  Commander, do you have any idea what you’re dealing with?  No, I don’t think you do.  *mutters to himself*  “your servants” … “your box” …  *looks back at Portsmith, motions toward Corso*  This one has told you the box was recently destroyed.  Why don’t you believe him?