At Manouche and Blake’s house:

Raven *early morning, in bed, tossing and turning from something between a dream and a vision, he’s not sure which.  He hears bits of past conversations between himself and others – Manouche, Malachi, Willy and Madame – his consciousness moving smoothly from one to the other.  There’s only one voice he cannot recognize, cannot place with a name … though he knows it’s his father speaking:*

Boy, do you know who your father is?
N-no.  No, I don't.

No worries, son, ye know yer mum, now.  Y' can talk to her about it.  Kat's a good'un, she won't lead ye on.

Yer a hero, luv!  Y’saved his life.  There, there, me brave lad, no worries.  Why th’ tears?

He- he saw me.  He saw me change.  I – I wanted t’ go to him.  Manouche, is he ...? ... I thought .... I thought he- he might be … he might be my …….  Then I saw th’ way he was lookin’ at me.  L-like the people who … who used t’ laugh at T-True Dreamer an’ me.  He-he’s afraid of me, h-he hates me …

Where the hell has Sergeant Godley been?  He used to have some measure of control over your dad.

Father lost his teddy bear ...

Ahh, what's that, kid?

Nothin'.  I guess I'll have to try to keep an eye on Father from now on.

You have to tell me all about True Dreamer.  She has taught you well ... I am glad that you had her.  But still I wish I had known. 

F-Father, I don't want to forget her, but it hurts to remember her.  Does it always have to be like that?

That's how it is when you lose someone.  It never stops hurting, but in time you will learn to live with it.  And remember the good times.  That's what Sergeant Godley says.  You will have her still with you always, and you have Manouche.  And we will together see that nothing bad happens to her.  You are the brave, Raven. 

Maybe it doesn't always have to be like that.  Maybe even broken spirits can be healed.

*Then the voices stop … and Raven rests a little easier for a moment.  He then sees something, a white page, blurry at first, then coming into sharper focus … sees that it’s a piece of notebook paper, something written on it in an elegant hand … is able to make out a few words:*

“It does not matter anymore.  Nothing does.  She is dead, and there is no afterlife where she would be waiting for me.”

Raven *cries out, or maybe it was just in his head; sits up in bed, looks around room, disoriented, breathing heavily.  Remembers where he is, starts to calm down; waits for his heart to stop racing, then gets out of bed, gets dressed, goes to kitchen, where Manouche is sitting at the table having a cup of coffee*

Manouche *smiles*  ‘Mornin’, lil’ mate.  Mr. Blake’s gone out t’ run an errand or two, I figured on cookin’ a breakfast when he returns.  Did ye … *looks at him*  Ahh, no, ye didn’t sleep so well, did ye?  *stands up*  Sit down, I’ll make ye some hot chocolate.  What is it, did ye ‘ave a bad dream?

Raven *sits at table*  I … I dreamed about my father … I didn’t see any faces, but I heard things he said … an’ I heard things other people said, too.  I heard you, Mr. an’ Mrs. Wonka … an’ Malachi.

Manouche *busies herself making the chocolate, glad for a chance to hide her face as she thinks of Abberline.  Keeps her voice calm*  Ahh … blimey, that must’ve been some dream.  But it were jus’ a dream, savvy?  Don’t let it upset ye.

Raven *frowning*  I saw something, too … I saw some writing … like something in a notebook.  It said somethin’ about “nothing matters anymore, she’s dead an’ there’s no afterlife.”  What could that mean?

Manouche *startled, pictures Abberline’s journal; sets chocolate on stove, turns on low flame underneath the pan.  Takes deep breath, turns, sits down at table*  It don’t ring a bell, luv.  Must’ve been somethin’ ye saw at one point, come back to ye.  Y’know how dreams are, ye never know what’ll pop in our heads when we’re sleepin’.  Anyway, yer awake now, it were nothin’.  *smiles, takes his hand.  Hears knock at the door, stands up, looks at clock*  Early fer company, innit?  I’ll get that, ye keep an eye on th’ chocolate.  *leaves kitchen, answers door*  Sergeant Godley, c’mon in.  What brings ye ‘ere so early?

Godley:  Sorry I am a bit early *hands her the basket* so I bought a little contribution for breakfast as a compensation.  I do think that all meals should be eaten in company, and since the Inspector seems to have left very early ...  *voice trails off as he sees Manouche's expression*  Something wrong?  Actually, I too, have something disconcerting, but you tell me first what's happened.  Never seen you like that.  *to Raven*  Hello, boy, is that chocolate you are watching over?  I hope you have coffee too ... Isn't it good to be at home again with Manouche and Blake?

Raven:  'Morning, sir.  Yes, sir … *looks at Manouche*  … It’s good to be home.  *turns back to stirring the chocolate*

Manouche *smiles warmly at him, looks at Godley*  ‘Ave a seat, mate … appreciate ye bringin’ all the treats.  *sets basket on counter*  ‘Course we ‘ave coffee, comin’ up.  *pours a cup, sets it before him*  Now, you were sayin’ … oh, y’ was askin’ about me?  No worries, nothin’ wrong … I … didn’t get much sleep last night, ‘aven’t been feelin’ well, is all.  I’ve ‘ad a few things on me mind.  An' ... well, I … reckon I had a dream last night ... ‘bout … me kidnappin’ …  *turns, starts taking things out of the basket*

Raven:  Y-you didn’t tell me you had a dream about that.  *turns off heat under pan, comes over to her, puts hand on her arm*  I wish I’d gotten back sooner that day …

Manouche *turns, hugs him*  Blimey, luv, I’m rather glad ye didn’t.  They might’ve hurt ye, an’ I couldn’t bear that.  *smiles*  S’like I told ye earlier, it were jus’ a dream.  *hands him pie*  ‘Ere, put this on th’ table … we’ll do things backward today, we’ll start with dessert.  *gets plates and silverware, places on table, cuts pie into pieces, serves piece to each of them*  Mr. Blake’ll be back directly, he jus’ went out fer a bit.  He’ll be glad t’ see yer contribution, Sergeant, he loves blueberry pie.  *prepares hot chocolate for Raven, brings it over to him; looks at chocolate and pie, shakes her head*  Not exactly breakfast o’ champions, is it?  *sits down, takes a drink of her coffee, turns to Godley*  Did y’ say there’s somethin’ botherin’ ye?  Or is it somethin’ ye wish t’ discuss later?

Raven *grins at Godley*  She means adult stuff, an’ should she make me leave.  *drinks, wipes chocolate from his mouth with his sleeve*

At the Jewelers:

Blake *enters store, approaches counter, speaks to salesman*  ‘Scuse me, sir, I have an engagement ring on hold ... name's William Blake.

Salesman *nods, opens a book, reads lists, flips a few pages; frowns, looks inside cabinets behind counter, opens a few doors, rummages around, finds a slip of paper, reads.  Takes key from his pocket, opens cash box, checks some receipts.  Comes back to counter, looks at Blake regretfully*  I’m very sorry, sir, but it was our understanding that you were scheduled to purchase this ring yesterday.*

Blake:  I know, that was the plan … but I wasn’t able to get the money in time before you closed.  Is there a problem?

Salesman:  I’m afraid so, sir.  Our merchandise is very exclusive and has rapid turnaround time.  Therefore, if someone doesn’t return to complete purchase at the prearranged time, we are unable to continue holding the item.  Case in point, this ring … just as we were putting it back in stock this morning, someone came in and wished to buy it on the spot.

Blake:  It – it’s gone?  You sold it just like that?  *looks down at other rings in case*  Can you … can you get another like it?

Salesman *shakes head*  Regretfully, no.  Most of our designs are one-of-a-kind, which is why our prices are somewhat higher than those offered by our competitors.  However, if you care to look around, perhaps you can find a suitable replacement.  I’m truly sorry, sir.

Blake *shrugs, disappointed*  Well, can’t be helped … *looks around, then remembers the other choices he had considered.  Steps over to display case, crouches down, feels a new disappointment as he sees that the other one he’d considered also seems to be gone.  He starts to ask the salesman about it, then his face brightens as another one catches his eye – one he didn’t remember seeing when he was in before*  How about that one?  *points at one of the rings*

Salesman *unlocks case, takes ring out, hands it to him*  An excellent choice, sir!  Just got this one in yesterday.  Matter of fact, if you don’t mind my saying … *leans in confidentially*  … I personally like this one a little better than the one you had us hold for you.  As you can see, this one is a bit more elegant, more of a timeless design.  And it’s a higher-quality diamond.  It costs slightly more than your original choice, but not much, and it’s a better investment.

Blake *looks at him, worried*  Uh, how much more?  *Salesman shows him the paperwork; Blake reads the figure, swallows, nods*  Okay … yeah, I can do that.  It’s close, but I can do it.  *smiles*  I’ll take it.  No putting it on hold, I’ll take it right now.  *takes out checkbook*

Salesman *beams*  Excellent!  Right away, sir.  *starts writing up receipt, getting documents together*  Your girl will absolutely love it – the perfect reflection of your feelings for her.

Blake *writing out the check, smiles, murmurs*  Then I guess I better buy two of ‘em …

At From Hell Court:

Malachi *standing near open door of his apartment, watches the men he hired, working to clear out the debris left from the pirates’ ransacking*  Thanks, guys, good work … no, leave that, it’s not too bad, I can have it repaired.  No sense throwing something out if it can be fixed.  *pulls out cigarettes, lights one.  Goes to put them back in pocket, notices something else, frowns; then nods to himself as he remembers what it is.  Takes hand from pocket, looks at diamond engagement ring he bought with some of the gold pieces he’d gotten from Carver*  It’s not much consolation, Manouche … but at least you won’t be wearing the ring that Abberline helped Blake pick out.  *looks up, sees one of the men watching him curiously; shoves ring back in pocket, scowls*  What’re you looking at?  C’mon, get back to work, you’ll get a break soon enough!

At Manouche and Blake’s house:

Godley *smiles at Raven*  You don't have to call me sir, boy.  A mere Sergeant Godley will suffice.  Just eat your breakfast in peace.  I am not in a hurry today.  There are just some … er ... matters of concern.  *sighs*  But there always seem to be.  *helps himself to another piece of pie*  Glad you like the pie, the Inspector ... *stops, glances at Raven* ... doesn't care of it at all ...

Manouche *swallows, tone light*  Well, then he’s completely daft, he is.  *stands up, grabs coffee pot, pours more for Godley*

Raven:  Who’s the In .. Inspector?

Manouche:  Y’remember, lil’ mate, Mr. Blake told ye his name.  He’s … he's Mr. Abberline, he’s … he’s yer dad.  *looks down for a moment, then back up at Raven, anxiously*  Ye still don’t remember ‘im at all?

Raven *eyes solemn, shakes his head.  Turns to Godley*  I don't remember my father, an' I don't know why.  But I'm trying to.  I think I know what his voice sounds like ... I had a dream about him last night.  Why’d you call him Inspector?  Does everyone call him that?  Is he a policeman, like you?

Godley *embarrassed of his blunder of mentioning the Inspector*  Oh yes, a cop just like me, at the Security, of course he is an Inspector and I only a humble Sergeant.  I never had much ambition.  *shrugs*  You don't really remember him?  That must be hard for him.  Maybe you should recognize him if you saw him, get your memory back.  What do you say, Manouche?  It could help. I could go and see if he is at the Office and come over with him.  *not looking at Raven, remembering how little concern Abberline showed for his son when Godley told him about the return*  He must be very concerned about you, Raven.

Manouche *stares at him, eyes wide*  Ahh, well … *thinks for a moment, looks away, feels her stomach churning; then she braces herself, takes deep breath, calms down.  Turns to Godley, looks at him steadily.*  Aye, Sergeant … per’aps that’s a good idea.  However, before ye bring ‘im over … ye should be sure an’ fill ‘im in, savvy?  Tell ‘im that Raven don’t remember ‘im, that he’s tryin’ to, but he don’t at present.  It’d be … quite a shock, th’ Inspector comin’ over an’ … findin’ Raven don’t remember him.  We wouldn’t want t’ throw somethin’ like that at ‘im without … without a little warnin’.  He should be prepared in advance … n'est-ce pas?  *trembles slightly; reaches for coffee, drinks, trembling subsides* 

Godley: Manouche, you look terribly pale.  Perhaps I should leave and let you rest.  I am sure he will be shocked about it.  You are right, I have to talk to him first, but he must be anxious to see you both, he's always so concerned about you.  I am so glad that he has found a close friend in you, Manouche, you are the one who can help him.  But talking about shocks, look what I found in the living-room at Bournemouth House.  *takes the card and hands it over to Manouche*  What do you make of this?  How on earth did something like this end in the Inspector's house?  If they broke into the house, I doubt they would be so careless to drop something.  Unless they wanted this to be found.

Manouche *takes card, reads it, grips chair.  Stares at card for a long time, fights back tears*  He’s … concerned about me, eh? … Help him … aye, I reckon I helped him a bit … at least, I thought I was.  Jus’ tryin’ t’ be a mate … *swallows*  B-blimey, a card fer th’ Order.  Per’aps one o’ them blighters gave it to ‘im, that day they … th’ day they met at Chez Roux.  When they was tellin’ him … what they wanted from ‘im.  He put it in his coat, an’ it prob’ly … fell out when he come home that day.  *sets card on table, runs hand through hair*  S-Sergeant, ye’ll ‘ave to fergive me … I reckon I’m not feelin’ so well after all.  Must be comin’ down with somethin’ … an’ bein’ reminded o’ these bastards … *glances at Raven, who’s staring at her, concerned*  Apologies, lil’ mate.  *stands up unsteadily*  I think I’ll go ‘ave a lie-down, if ye’ll both excuse me.  Please, Sergeant, stay as long as ye like, finish yer breakfast … th-there’s more coffee.  *manages a smile*  Ch-cheers, mate. 

Manouche *quickly leaves kitchen.  On her way through the living room, she notices a note on the floor, having been slipped through the mail slot in the front door.  Picks it up, rips it open, sees it’s from Kat.  Reads it, goes pale – runs to bedroom.*

Godley and Raven *look at each other in dismay as they hear the bedroom door shut softly, the lock turn*

Godley *taken aback by her reaction*  What are we going to do now?  I should not have shown her the card.  I should have known she gets upset.  *shakes his head*  You got some suggestions, Raven?

Raven *eyes wide*  I … I don’t know.  Guess it’s hard for her to think about the Order.  I wish …  *before he can finish his thought, they hear the front door open and close, hear someone approaching; Blake enters the kitchen, his face a little flushed from anticipating surprising Manouche with the ring*

Blake *smiles*  Hi Raven … it’s a gorgeous morning out there, isn’t it?  *looks over, sees Godley*  Ah, Sergeant, good to see you.  Looks like you’re ready for more coffee.  What’s that … blueberry pie!  Has Manouche been baking already this morning?  No, wait, that doesn’t look like one of hers … *grins at Godley*  You made this one, didn’t you?  *takes in everything else on table*  An’ look at all the other stuff … I’m starving.  *goes over to counter, notices the coffee is low*  Hm, just a little left.  I’ll take this, an’ start a fresh pot.  *pours the last of the coffee into a cup, fills pot with water, sets aside; gets coffee out, grinds beans, pours into basket of coffeemaker*  Y’know, it’s so great to be able to get out and enjoy a nice day like this, when it’s still early … not too many people out, businesses are just getting started for the day … it’s—   *starts coffee brewing, turns to them; his words are cut off as he notices their expressions.  Smile fades*  Wh-what’s wrong?  Where’s Manouche?

Godley:  Er ... locked herself in the bedroom.  Look, Blake, I did something very stupid.  But she didn't seem to be well even before that.  I reminded her of the Order, I should not have done that.  How good that you came home to take care of her!  I'd better be leaving now unless you want to slap me for making her upset, I believe that I deserve that ...

Blake:  Locked herself in the bedroom?  *glances toward the door, looks back at them*  Don’t be too hard on yourself, Sergeant.  I mean … she gets in trouble so often, then always manages to get out of it somehow, I think it’s easy for us to forget that it’s still very traumatic for her.  Just ‘cause she seems to bounce right back … it’s bound to get to her eventually.  I doubt that it was just your mention of the Order … it’s probably a lot of things that have built up over time.  And there are still things goin’ on.  *sighs*  I’d better go see what I can do for her.  Finish your coffee, Sergeant, an’ don’t worry.  I’m sure she’ll be all right.  *smiles slightly, turns to Raven*  Raven, can you occupy yourself for a little while?  You understand …

Raven *nods*  Wait … *jumps up, runs to patio door, goes out to back yard; comes back, closes door, enters kitchen carrying a red rose, hands it to Blake*  Here, give her this.  *He looks at Blake closely, smiles*  You have a surprise for her …

Blake:  Thanks, son, this'll help her a lot.  *sniffs rose appreciatively; realizes what Raven said.  Blinks, startled, then grins*  Just be sure you don’t say anything.  Savvy?  *reaches out, ruffles Raven’s hair, smothers a laugh at Godley’s surprised expression; leaves kitchen, goes down hall to bedroom, taps on door*  Honey?  Honey, let me in …

Raven *looks toward the doorway, concerned*  I – I think they need some time alone.  Wish I could do something, Manouche always makes me feel better when I’m sad.  *finishes his chocolate, looks at Godley*  Are you sure you have to work?  We could go to the beach for a little while.

Godley:  Beach?  *grins*  Why not, I can take some time off, sure.  *takes the basket, begins to load it with the leftovers from the table*  Let's have a picnic.  And buy a football from Grape's Grocery.  You ever played soccer, boy?  I could teach you some things.  *pats his belly*  You may not believe it, but I was pretty good at it when I was younger*  We'll spend some good time without any worries for a while.  You know how to console Manouche, but let's let Blake do it this time.  Surprise, eh?  *winks*  You don't happen to know what it is?  *takes the basket, then Raven's hand*  I am sure everything will be just fine when we return.  *goes out with Raven, leaving the card*

Blake *hears Raven and Godley leave, smiles, thinks to himself*  Thanks, Raven.  *taps on bedroom door again.  Manouche opens door, glances up at Blake briefly, eyes filled with sorrow.  He hands her the rose*  From your lil' mate.  *Manouche takes it, holds it to her nose, closes eyes.  Looks back up at Blake, unable to speak; turns and lies down on bed, facing window*

Blake *comes over to bed, sits next to her, takes her in his arms*  Honey, what is it?  Did you get upset thinkin’ about everything that’s happened to you lately?  Nothin’ wrong with that, you know …

Manouche *nestles close, puts her arms around him*  I – I’m so glad yer back, love.  *sniffs, pauses*  It’s … it’s partly that.  It … it’s mostly that, I reckon.  Y’must think I’m mad …

Blake:  Why in the world would I think that?

Manouche:  After all I been through in th’ time we been together … th-this were th’ shortest time I were held by an enemy … I wasn’t hurt, well, not much … physically, I mean … an’ I even ‘ave th’ satisfaction o’ knowin’ them particular enemies ‘ave left town, possibly never t’ return.  So … y’ must all wonder why I’m … so much more upset about this than any o’ them other times …   *sobs*

Blake *strokes her hair*  I don’t think anyone’s wondering that.  Everyone understands.  You just took Sergeant Godley by surprise, that’s all.  An’ he feels terrible, he feels he’s blundered an’ made you feel bad.  Lot of people care about you, they just want to help.

Manouche:  Oh, blimey, poor Godley!  It weren’t his fault.  Is he still in th’ kitchen?

Blake:  Don’t worry, he an’ Raven have gone to the beach, Raven’s idea.  Godley said you weren’t feelin’ so hot when he first arrived.  Are you not well, is there something I can do for you?

Manouche *tears fill her eyes again, she brings the rose to her face*  I … I jus’ had a bad night, is all.  Didn’t sleep well … bad dreams, s-savvy?  *looks up at him, eyes red*  But … that’s not all … *reaches into a pocket, pulls Kat’s note out, hands it to him*  L-look what I found … I – I think she left it ‘ere earlier today, must’ve been when we was in th’ kitchen.

Blake *holds note with one hand, other arm still around Manouche; tightens his grip around her as he reads*

Manouche,

      I'm asking that you gather Raven's things and make him ready to set sail.  I'm sorry my friend but there's no other way to protect him.  I know that you believe the sun rises and sets on Abberline's goodwill.  I'm also aware that you will not believe ill of him. But you're wrong.  If Raven remains here, sooner or later he will remember and Abberline will crush him.  I won't allow it.  I intend to take him far away.

  Irregardless of what you think of me at the moment, I would ask that you locate Ichy and help him.  He has gone missing and is still in danger from Loralee.  I can't help him, I have my own demons to conquer.  I go now to make the ship ready.

I'm most sorry my friend.

 Kat

Blake:  Oh, honey … *lets note drop to the floor, brings both arms around Manouche, hugs her close*

Manouche:  What’ll we do?  W-we ‘ave to do as she says, we ‘ave no choice.  I – I’ll miss lil’ mate so much, my love … *buries her face against his chest, cries*

Blake *thinks for a moment*  Well … there is something we can do.  Maybe.  *stands up, leans down, takes her face gently in his hands, kisses her softly*  I’ll be right back.  *leaves bedroom, goes to his study, digs around in a desk drawer, finds what he’s looking for, returns to bedroom, sits down on bed next to her.  Holds up envelope*  I’ve had this for awhile.  I – I don’t know why I didn’t tell you about it right away.  I guess I was saving it for a nice surprise for you.  *smiles slightly, hands her the envelope*

Manouche *looks at him questioningly, opens envelope, removes legal-looking document with seals and signatures.  Eyes widen as she reads it:*

LEGAL NOTICE OF RESPONSIBILITY

Manouche Roussel and William Blake are jointly approved to provide child care and sign on any and all medical needs of the child White Raven.  This is effective until such time as both guardians, being Vice Mayor Lisa and Ichabod Crane, agree to cancel such arrangement. 

Signed by Primary Guardian:  Lisa

Received by William Blake (signature)

12 May 2006

Manouche *reads it through twice, then stares at Blake*  Wh-what’s this mean, love?  Wh-where did ye get it … when …

Blake:  Remember when Raven and the Inspector were both in the hospital?  Remember when Constable Crane was talkin’ about the joint-guardianship document for Raven?  Well, when you were in with the Inspector, I was in Raven’s room, an’ Kidd was there, too.  She gave me this and asked that we “handle Ichy gently,” as she put it.  *grins*  Apparently, this overrides everything else.  The Vice Mayor and Constable Crane would both have to cancel it.  And that’s not likely to happen.  Think of everything that’s been goin’ on, honey … nobody’s seen Constable Crane for quite some time.  Kat herself has told us both she shouldn’t even be around Raven, that she sometimes is controlled by Marchand.  Remember how she begged us to keep Raven safe, and to not let her harm him?  She wouldn’t even come back to the house for breakfast that one morning, she was so worried about losing control to Marchand.

Manouche:  Aye, I do recall … but that were some time ago, love.  She’s no doubt gotten past that somehow, or she wouldn’t be plannin’ this escape.  She would never place Raven in a dangerous position.  We ain’t heard a thing about Marchand in a long time.  Necromancers eventually can lose their power.  Per’aps he’s dead.

Blake:  Well, it’s still something to consider … it wouldn’t hurt to talk to her about it.  I mean … we’re planning on getting married, we’ve talked before about the possibility of having him stay with us all the time … even adoption, if Kat an’ Abberline are both open to the idea.  I care about ‘em both, but they’ve neither one of ‘em shown that they want to take Raven on full-time.  If we approach Kat with all this, and convince her that we’ll keep Raven safe … maybe she won’t feel she has to take him away.

Manouche *listens thoughtfully*  I’m willin’ to talk to ‘er, love.  I – I don’t ‘ave to tell ye it’d be a dream come true fer me, if we could ‘ave Raven an’ know he’d be with us fer all time.  I love ‘im so much, he feels like our own t’ me.  But … I won’t fight ‘er on this.  *holds up document*  I reckon this says we could ‘ave a case, in a manner o’ speakin’.  But I won’t do that.  Kat is Raven’s mum.  An’ Kat’s me mate.  If she freely changes her mind after we talk to ‘er … but otherwise … I ‘ave t’ be able t’ let ‘im go …

Blake *reads Kat’s note again*  Why do you suppose she’s so worried about Abberline?  I know she doesn’t care for him, but … I’ve never heard her sound like she believes he’ll do Raven serious harm.  *reads*  “crush him.”  *scratches head*  I’d sure like to know what’s put those thoughts in her head …

Manouche *trembling*  M-maybe she’s found out s-somethin’ we don’t know about … th’ Inspector …

Blake *looks at her, sets letter down, takes document from her, sets it on table next to bed.  Pulls blanket up around her, wraps his arms around her, holds her close*  Honey, you’re shiverin’.  I think Godley is right, you’re not well.  Let's not worry about all this right now, I just want you to rest.  Can I get you anything?

Manouche *swallowing back tears, steadies her voice*  N-no, my love … p-please, jus’ stay with me.

Blake *brings feet up onto bed, they curl up in their spooning position, his arms around her, her back to him.  He murmurs in her ear*  I won’t leave you, my beautiful brave girl.  *kisses her, starts singing “Wild Horses” very softly in her ear.  Manouche smiles, joins in, sings with him; falters only slightly, teary-eyed, at the last verse:*

I know I dreamed you, a sin and a lie
I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after we die

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them someday …

At Deppville Hospital:

Portsmith:  Yes, I think we can proceed without the Order.  There are other … sources available.  The funding is in order now.  I am very interested in getting this new version of the drug tested.  You said that you have made some modifications.

Dr. Rainey *sitting at his desk. Behind him hangs the new acquisition, 'Corn fields forever', a dark and mysterious painting depicting odd patterns in a cornfield*  Yes, I am sure that I have managed to eliminate some of the side effects, especially the ones that caused odd neurological reactions, the ones that resulted in rash and irrational behaviour.  But I regret to tell you that we still are working on the fatal complications.  I badly need the new material.  And I do have to insist that Mr. Abberline continues his treatment.  It seems that his system was very sensitive to the drug, and he would certainly benefit from the new one.  He would make an interesting case.

Portsmith:  I can assure you, he is most cooperative now.  I will bring him over tomorrow.

Dr. Rainey:  Good.

Portsmith:  I think you need an assistant, so I have one ordered for you.  I have chosen him myself.  *rises up and goes to the door*  Sebastian, come in and present yourself for Dr. Rainey.

Sebastian:  Commander Portsmith, I am very honoured to work with you and Dr. Rainey, one of the best doctors there is.  The Rainey detox cure is so amazing, never saw anything like that before, she …  *enters and smile fades as his voice trails off, looks puzzled at Dr. Rainey*  But … but …  *they stare at each other*

Dr. Rainey:  How is it possible that you know of the secret project?  Commander, we have a problem here ...

Sebastian *suddenly breaks into a huge smile*  Of course, of course!  Sorry, I was a little lost here for a while ... I met your brother, Dr. Rainey, and her amazing wife one day, what a coincidence that she is Dr. Rainey too and as outstanding a doctor as you yourself!

Dr. Rainey *looks sharply at him*  Oh, yes, indeed ... How, odd, I did not know that Mort has remarried.  *glance at Portsmith*  What about the project?

Sebastian:  Dr. Rainey did not impart any secrets on me, I just saw the results in Mr. Abberline's blood tests.

Portsmith:  Yes, very odd indeed.  Martin, you better check the blood test results.  *turns to Sebastian*  You are not allowed to speak to anyone of your new work.  Is that clear?  *frowns*  I’ll have to check that second Dr. Rainey ... There's something that doesn’t quite fit … 

At the Security building:

Portsmith *walks right into Abberline's office without knocking*  Whatever are you doing, Fred?  Drinking at such an early hour in the morning!  That's what I wanted to talk about.  You see, I am responsible for my crew and very concerned about their welfare.  I do anything I can for their good.  I have been very concerned about you for a long time.  You have to admit that you can't go on like that for long.

Abberline *casting a brief glance at her*  I admit that, yes.

Portsmith *pushes a paper in front of him*  Sign this.

Abberline *barely looking at the paper, picks up a pen and writes his name, pushes the paper back without a word*

Portsmith:  Good.  I will drive you to the hospital after lunchtime.

Abberline: Hospital? *shrugs*  Whatever you want.

Portsmith:  I am doing this for your best, Fred.  Remember, I am the only friend you have.

Abberline:  Of course.  *pours himself more brandy*  Thanks.

At Deppville Hospital:

Portsmith *entering the lobby of the hospital with Abberline*  It's better I'll come with you.

Abberline *shrugs*  If you wish.

Portsmith *ignoring the receptionist, goes straight to Dr. Rainey's door and opens it*  We are here, Doctor.

Dr. Rainey:  You should really knock, Commander.  I could have had a patient here.

Portsmith:  But you haven't, I see.  *Glances around, notes the paintings*  Never really asked, but what is your interest in corn?

Dr. Rainey:  My brother farms it.  There is something very picturesque, even haunting in a corn field ... Plainly beautiful, in an ominous way.  I never tire of watching a corn field at different times of day, in different stages of growth.  Very symbolic, all that growth and harvest ...  My brother's corn grows amazingly well, he says he's got a secret formula for fertilizing the field.  He's got the most tasty corn I've ever eaten.

Portsmith:  Oh, I see.  Looks just like another plant like all the others to me.  Each to his own.  You still miss the 'Cornfields of Sleepy Hollow'?  I saw it once in an exhibition.

Dr. Rainey:  Yes. I have tried to get it but no success so far.  It would be the crown to my collection.

Portsmith:  Right.  I'll see what I can do.  Let's get back to business.  Inspector Abberline here has thought better of it and decided to go on with the experimental treatment.

Dr. Rainey:  Good, very good, Inspector.  By the look of you, you don't seem to be doing well at all.  I told you there would be complications if you broke off the treatment suddenly like you did.  *opens the files*  We have done some modifications for the drug that we hope will work better.  But it demands that all the traces of the one you were given earlier on have to be purged from your bloodstream.  As it is, the effect of the injection is long lasting, that is how we planned it.  Can't imagine the junkies … er, sorry … patients to be trusted to turn up daily for a dose.  SO, what we need to do first, is detox the detox.

Abberline:  Brilliant.

Portsmith *looks at him sharply, then hands over the signed form to Dr. Rainey*  Here is the form, file it in a secure place.  We don't want any interventions this time.

Abberline:  How long do I have to stay?

Portsmith *frowning*  Yes, I didn't think of that.  I need him at work now.

Dr. Rainey:  We'll see about that later.  First, it is enough that you stay overnight, for the purification process.  I am going to give it as an infusion, and it takes many hours.  You'll be able to leave in the morning, and I call you back when it is time for the treatment.  I hope you are more cooperative this time.  Do you have any questions?

Abberline:  No.

Portsmith *slapping Abberline on the back*  Good!  You can go home and get anything you need for a night at the hospital.  I'll fetch you again after some hours.

Manouche’s response to Kat:

*Wilko flies up to The Apparition, carrying an envelope addressed to Kat.  Swoops down, lands in front of door to main cabin, shoves envelope under door.  Takes off, flies back to Manouche and Blake's house*

Kat,

I started and tore up a dozen different responses to your note before I finally decided what to say.  I don’t have to tell you how we will miss Raven, and I don’t have to tell you that he’s welcome back anytime, for any duration, his room will remain his.  We both love him deeply and have been grateful for the time he’s spent with us, enriching our lives.  But he’s not our child.  He’s yours and Abberline’s, and it’s up to the two of you as to what happens to him.  Mr. Blake showed me the document you had drawn up some time ago, awarding us legal responsibility for the boy.  I realize now, in my past choices to give Abberline the benefit of the doubt, that I must have made you regret ever having had that document drawn up.  For this I’m sorry, especially in light of the fact that I now agree with you regarding Abberline’s suitability to have any say regarding Raven’s welfare.  I’ve recently had certain revelations regarding Abberline, and I’m sorry to say I misjudged his character.  Though I don’t like to cut people out of my life, he has done something so horrible, I cannot imagine the circumstances that would allow me to be able to forgive him.  I don’t know what it would take.  I couldn’t even look at him right now.  So you can have your laugh and say I told you so, mate, I reckon I have it coming.

As for your request that I locate Constable Crane and try to help him, I doubt that I’ll have sufficient time to devote to that endeavor, much as I regret his unfortunate situation.  You say you have your demons to conquer; I, on the other hand, have my hands full with being on several interested parties’ Most Wanted lists as of late.  (One of whom I believe is the very Loralee you mention.  She may refer to me as Danielle; but it’s still me she’s looking at with that murderous eye.)  It’s possible that some of the present danger could have been avoided had I been able to bring you, Abberline, Raven and me together long enough to destroy the soul box.  But that time has passed, so I’m at a loss as to what will become of the box, and of me.  Add to that the fact that I must do a dashed brilliant bit of acting in the upcoming weeks … keeping up a sunny front for Mr. Blake, who’s head over heels over thoughts of our impending nuptials … and spending a few weeks at the factory to assist Madame when she gives birth to the twins … and you can see for yourself that I have little time to assist our dear Ichy.  I must confess that I’m just human enough to have been indignant at your request that I do some work for you, coming so close on the heels of informing me you’re taking Raven away from us.  It felt like you were asking a favor after slapping me in the face.  But that feeling passed as quickly as it came to me.  And now that I know what Abberline is capable of, I can see why you believe Raven is better off far away from here.  So in all honesty, my reasons for leaving Ichy on his onesies are of the aforementioned, and not at all borne of any ill will.

So here it is.  I’ll prepare Raven to join you, I’ll go so far as to tell him that you and he are taking a lengthy trip together.  He’ll love that, he’s been wanting to spend time with you.  I will not tell him your reasons.  You’re his mother, it’s your place to tell him all that.  Thanks to Abberline, I’ve learned an important lesson in keeping my involvement minimized.  I briefly toyed with the idea of fighting this, of pushing for our rights to Raven under the stipulations outlined in the Legal Notice of Responsibility.  But truth be told, I don’t have the stomach for such a fight at this time.  I’ve had a few too many debilitating crushes to the spirit recently.  Also, I have little faith in the legal system to be swayed to the desires of a pirate; and I don’t wish to upset Raven with a lengthy, ugly court battle.  All I can say is, in the time Raven has been under our care, we’ve always tried to do our best.  In our defense, he doesn’t seem the worse for any choices Mr. Blake and I have made.

Come collect Raven when you're ready to set sail.  I promise you he’ll be ready, and I’ll not stand in your way.  We love him dearly, he’ll always have a place to stay with us if the two of you ever return.  Take good care of him, and of yourself, mate,

Manouche

Returning from the Beach:

*Many hours later, Godley and Raven pick up their things and head back to Manouche*

Godley *taking the empty basket, giving Raven the football*  You take this, some more practice, boy, and you could make a fine player.  That would be one career option, juggling with the ball, wouldn't it?  But it's time I bring you home before Manouche is getting worried about you.  And I see that you are worried about her all the time.

Raven *nods, face suddenly very grave*

Godley:  Everything will be fine, I know, things just have a way to getting straightened sooner or later.  I'll leave you at Manouche's and check back at the Office before I go home.  *hesitates*  Would you like to meet your father?  You mean so much to him and he has not forgotten you.

Raven *thinks for a moment*  I don’t think I should meet him right now.  I want to see him … but I remember Manouche saying he should be warned first … that I don’t … remember him.  It might make him feel bad if he doesn’t know that ahead of time.  Would you tell him?  Then I can come over later.  Besides, I am worried about Manouche.  I think I should go home for now.  *looks down at football, then smiles at Godley*  Thanks for the ball, Sergeant.  I’ll practice.

Godley:  It is up to you, how you feel about it.  Probably you are right, I've got to prepare him in advance.  Anyway, he knows that you are back and all right, that's the most important thing.  *they walk to Manouche's house*  Well, I leave you here.  You got to practice daily to be a good player.  Don't forget the tips and ticks I taught you.  Thanks, Raven, I really enjoyed this.  I got some kids of my own, but they are all grownups and it's ages since I could play with them.  I am sure Manouche is already better, but I'll drop by tomorrow.  Bye, Raven.  *waves him goodbye*

At Manouche and Blake’s house:

Blake *in kitchen, standing at counter, looks up as Raven comes in*  Well, you two were gone for quite awhile.  Did you have a good time?

Raven *nods*  Sergeant Godley was teachin’ me about football.  He says he was a good player when he was younger.  *frowns*  I guess he must’ve been … thinner in those days …

Blake *laughs*  I hope you didn’t tell him that!

Raven:  Oh, no!  I wouldn’t say that.  *looks around*  Where’s Manouche?

Blake:  She’s in bed.  I’m makin’ her some tea.  I think she may be comin’ down with something, so I told her to take it easy the rest of the day.  But I know she’d like to see you.  *opens teapot, gives tea a stir, pours a cup*  How ‘bout you go get another rose for her, an’ we’ll take it an’ the tea in to her?  *Raven drops the football, runs out to the back yard, picks a rose.  Comes back in, Blake nods, picks up cup, they both go through house to bedroom, where Manouche is sitting up in bed reading*

Manouche *smiles as they enter*  Ah, ‘ere’s a miracle cure, to be sure!  Cheers, luvs, jus’ what th’ doctor ordered.  An’ th’ tea an’ rose ain’t bad, either.  *winks at Raven, who grins a little self-consciously as he places the rose in the glass of water that holds the one he picked for her earlier*  C’mere an’ sit next to me, lil’ mate.

Raven *hops up on the bed on one side of her, Blake sits down on the other side*  Do you feel better?

Manouche *shrugs*  A bit, luv.  Not quite sure what’s wrong with me, but … no worries, it’ll pass.  I hear ye went to th’ beach with Sergeant Godley.

Blake:  They had a lesson in football …

Raven:  He gave me the football, said I should practice, that I could be pretty good if I do.  *looks at Blake*  You wanna play sometime?

Blake:  Sure, son, anytime you want.  I’m not great at it, but we’ll manage.  Then you can surprise Sergeant Godley next time the two of you play.

Manouche:  Aye, that’ll be pure dead brilliant.  *sips tea, pauses, looks at Raven*  Y’know, luv … yer mum got word to me.  She’s thinkin’ of takin’ a trip soon, an’ she’d like ye t’ come with her.  Th’ pair o’ ye, all by yerselves, on a sailin’ trip together, don’t that sound smashin’?

Raven *lights up*  Really?  She wants to take me?  Are you sure?  Oh, boy!  I could show her everything I learned on The Lancet.

Manouche *smiles*  Aye, ye could at that, an’ she’ll be proud o’ ye fit t’ burst.

Raven *practically jumping up and down*  I can’t wait!  When does she want to go?  You don’t think she’ll change her mind, do you?

Manouche:  I … I think she wants t’ go fairly soon, per’aps in a few days.  No, I think she’s quite set on this.  I reckon … she’s finally realized th’ time has come fer th’ pair o’ ye to spend some quality time together, savvy?  It’s a fine thing, to be sure.  Also, she knows these waters well.  She’ll show ye all manner o’ interestin’ places an’ things.  Blimey, th’ stories ye’ll ‘ave to tell when ye come back …  *Blake reaches out, takes her hand, squeezes it*

Raven *turns to her excitedly*  Why don’t you an’ Mr. Blake come with us? 

Manouche:  I’d love nothin’ more.  But … well, I ‘ave to stay ‘ere fer th’ time bein’.  Y’see … Mrs. Wonka, remember ‘er?  She’s jus’ about to ‘ave her twins, savvy?  I’ve promised … I’ve promised to stay with ‘er an’ help.  I’ve got a certain level o’ expertise in that area, as it were.  So she asked me t’ be there, help bring th’ wee ones into th’ world.

Raven:  Oh.  Well, maybe Mother would be willing to wait till after that, so we could all leave together.  Or if she an' I go right away, maybe we could come back for you after the babies are born.

Manouche *nods*  Those are sound possibilities, t’ be sure.  We’ll see.  Per’aps … per’aps ye can talk yer mum into seein’ th’ good sense in all that.  Worth a try, anyway.  Maybe … maybe she’ll listen to you.

Raven *looks closely at her*  What’s wrong?

Manouche *blinks back a tear*  Nothin’, luv.  Jus’ not right today, it’s nothin’.  An’ I reckon … well, I’m glad as can be that ye’ll finally ‘ave some time with yer mum.  I know how much ye been wantin’ it.  Trouble is, I’m missin’ ye already.  Reckon that’s selfish o’ me, innit?  *smiles*

Raven *smiles shyly*  I’m glad you’re selfish.  *hugs her*  I’ll send you letters while we’re gone, an’ when I come back, I’ll have so much to tell you about.

Manouche:  Aye, that’ll be grand.  An’ ye’ll ‘ave th’ Wonka twins to meet by that time, won’t ye?  *hugs him tight, murmurs*  Ye’ll always ‘ave a home here with Mr. Blake an’ me.  Ye know that, don’t ye, lil’ mate?

Raven:  Sure, I know.  This is the only home I’ve known, ‘cept for … when I was with T-True Dreamer.  *looks at her*  Can I bring you anything now?  Are you hungry?

Manouche *smiles*  Matter o’ fact, ye can bring me somethin'.  Ye really ‘ave a way with toast … no one quite makes it jus’ right th’ way ye do.  Would ye make some, bring it in to me?

Raven *nods eagerly*  Sure, I’ll be right back.  *jumps off bed, runs to kitchen*

Blake *squeezes her hand again*  He’ll be back, honey.  An’ I don’t just mean from the kitchen.  *smiles slightly*

Manouche:  I’d fight jus’ about anyone else fer ‘im.  But I ‘aven’t th’ heart to fight his own mum.  It truly may be fer th’ best.  I ain’t necessarily th’ safest person fer anyone t’ be around these days.

Blake:  I’ll take my chances, whether you like it or not.  *leans over, kisses her*

Manouche *gazes at him lovingly*  An’ that’s me blessing, Mr. William Blake.  *sips tea slowly, listens to sounds from the kitchen as Raven makes the toast*

At Bournemouth House:

Godley *returns to Bournemouth House, finds Abberline in the living-room feeding a fire*  I was at the beach with Raven, thought it was about time to teach him some soccer playing, and you know, he's a real talent.

Abberline *turns, looks at Godley*  Oh.  Good.

Godley *puts down the basket and sits on the sofa*  I am worried that he doesn't remember you.  I wish I knew what happened.

Abberline *turning to the fire, tossing papers in the flames, looks how they start to smoulder*  So do I.

Godley:  I think we should go to Manouche tomorrow and meet Raven, maybe he gets his memory back when he sees you.

Abberline:  How is Manouche?

Godley:  She was terribly upset about something.  Never seen her like that.

Abberline:  Really?  Look, I've got to go to work today, and I may stay overnight.  Portsmith is soon coming.  So you don't have to stay here tonight, Godley.

Godley:  Don't let her exhaust you with work.  She's not good for you.

Abberline:  I need something to do.  I need my work.

Godley:  I'll fix you something.  Don't forget to eat when you come home.  I'll see you in the morning, then.  *they hear suddenly an angry horn blaring on the street, Godley starts, goes to the window and sees Portsmith's gleaming SUV*  She's here, be careful with her.

Abberline:  I better go then.  Tell Manouche ... can you say to her ... I'd like to … no, never mind.  I wish she were all right ...  *leaves, Godley hears the car take off*

Godley *shakes his head, walks to the pile of papers Abberline was burning, leafs through them and finds something interesting:  a small journal with black leather covers, filled with the handwriting he knows so well.  He puts the rest of the papers on the fire and sits down to read the journal.  He seems to have started to keep a journal right after he began as a policeman, first patrolling the streets, then, finally getting to the criminal department, he begins his training as a partner to an experienced policeman called Constable Godley ...*

"I have finally managed to get into the criminal department.  Patrolling the streets makes me depressed.  I am dealing with petty thefts and drunk fights, desperate ladies of the street and the children, the children who live with abusive parents and are forced out on the streets to try to get a living at a too early age, they are the worst part of this work.  I have tried to give them money to save them from the hard life on the streets, but they are there again in the morning, begging for more, trading it for drugs and liquor ...  Constable Godley says that I am too sensitive, and that in time I will learn to cope with all the destitution and misery.  He says there is nothing I can do for them.  This is not the work I wanted.  These people are not criminals, they are just unfortunate and miserable, without any chances to have a better life.  There's no one who cares about them.

"I have been working with Constable Godley for two weeks now.  He's an experienced policeman, he's both wise and good-hearted, and for some reason, he has taken me under his wing.  I can't believe my luck.  He's ready to impart all the knowledge he has, and he's always ready to listen to everyone.  And he asks no awkward questions.  He has even offered me a room at his house since he heard that I don't have any money nor any living quarters other than the modest room I share with three other colleagues.  He has taken me to his house, getting me acquainted with his family, his wife, a grandmother and four noisy kids and a big dog and all of them just adore him.  I don't know if I can move in there even though they all welcomed me, after all I am an outsider, and looking a the family makes my heart break ...  I wish my father would have been like him ...  Sometimes I even dream that I could once have a family like his.  But I know it's impossible."

Godley *blinks, wipes away a tear, sighs, and goes on reading*

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Corso *comes to Portsmith's drawing-room where she is reading the latest 'Narcissist's Home Companion' with an exclusive interview of herself opening up the Chateau Blanchefort.  She notes to her satisfaction that they have also included an article called 'Do it the Portsmith way:  it's the small things that matter' with examples of her Empire lamps and Art Nouveau decorations, Russian icons - most recent acquisition from a Russian monastery that mysteriously lost all the priceless old icons that were there for restoration, she made an excellent bargain on them.*  The Colonel left for Spain.

Portsmith *looks up from the article*  Good.  Very good.

Corso:  I alerted Gallego already.  I don't know if the Colonel approaches him or the police first.  I actually hope for the last.  That would give Gallego a good scare.  If she gets him to admit that he has forged this painting, he's in deep trouble.  I expect to hear from him soon.

Portsmith:  Excellent, Corso.  I am waiting from a report from her.  But I got now other duties to attend.  I drove Fred to hospital, and I got to check now that everything is all right and that he hasn't changed his mind or brewed up any trouble.

Corso:  Commander, that guy is pure trouble.  How on earth did you manage to get him there?

Portsmith:  Friendly persuasion, Dean.  He does what I want him to do.  *smiles*  Anything.

Corso:  I don't understand why you bother with him.  It won't be long before he betrays you again.

Portsmith:  He's not going to betray me, simply because I don't trust him, but believe me, I've got him in my hand.  And the experiment can go on.

Corso *grins*  How long does it take till the money starts rolling in?

Portsmith:  In a very short time if everything goes well.

In Spain, early next morning:

*At the El Prado museum, a very worried man reads a wire again and again, then picks up the phone and calls a police officer he has been operating with smuggling paintings out from the country*

Gallego:  Have you seen anything …  Yes ... Two of them?  Today you say.  *wiping sweat from his brow*  Yes, I think it is a good idea that you have a talk with them, I will have time to prepare ... How much they know?  No idea ... Corso be damned ...  *indignantly*  No, I have not cheated him!  *puts down the phone, and starts to think of a way to get out from the mess Corso created.  He knows that he should not have cheated Corso, a cheater himself will notice faster than a honest guy, but Gallego was deep in debt, and it wasn't his fault that the incantation was misspelled and the Devil took his own.  Pity it wasn't Corso himself who tried the Book of Spells ... *

*at the Police Office, Chief Inspector Golz puts down the receiver, calls in his secretary*  Send over someone to their hotel and bring them here.  See that you treat them with respect.  Take my limo.

*Shortly afterwards the driver is at the hotel, requesting the receptionist to call Colonel Hanson; the receptions phones the room, waits for an answer*

Colonel *sits up quickly from her nap, gasps, breathing heavily, looks over at Hanson*

Hanson *sits up, picks up the phone that's ringing*  Hello?

Receptionist:  Mr. Hanson?  Your transport is here waiting for you to take you to … *to the driver* … who did you say it was?  Chief Inspector Golz.  Yes, to Chief Inspector Golz.  *the driver sits down to wait till the Hansons arrive and are escorted to the limo.*

*Immediately afterwards the receptionist lift the receiver and makes a call*  They left for the police station.  *the limo arrives at a magnificent building and the driver opens the door, guides them through long corridors to an imposing wooden door, knocks on it, and leaves the Hansons when the secretary opens the door, smiles at them politely.*

Secretary:  I will inform him that you have come.  Please take a seat  *she goes to second door, knock and disappears, emerges soon with a man in parade uniform, bald head and big mustache, the man beams at them*  Good, very good, please come in and make yourself comfortable.  So, tell me about your errand here.  *looks at them expectantly.*

Colonel:  Well, sir, we were sent to retrieve two paintings.  One of which is dearly missed.  The other, I'm not entirely sure about.

At Deppville Hospital:

Portsmith *leaves Abberline at the reception at the hospital*  I'll be back for you in the morning.

Receptionist:  Welcome, Mr. Abberline.  Nurse Daphne will take you to your room.  *calls out*  Daphne!

Daphne *emerges from the back room, her eyes wide when she sees Abberline, then starts to giggle*  Gosh, the Inspector, hey, is there another case on!  *winks, with a broad smile, then grows serious*  Why's the show not appeared on tv?  My mum said from the beginning that I shouldn't hang out with guys like Malachi.  *pouts*  He never even thanked me for helping solve the case, so I dumped him.  *looks at him expectantly*

Abberline:  Really?  I don't know anything about any shows.

Daphne:  I am not going to see him anymore.  He's not a gentleman.  Like you.

Abberline:  He's a pirate, Daphne.

Daphne:  Wow, I didn't know!  But he hasn't a wooden leg ... *frowns, brows knitted, then brightens up*  But the pirates have always loads of stolen booty and I never got any trinkets from him ... How stupid of me, Inspector, I haven't thanked you for the little gift you sent, you know how to treat ladies ...  *suddenly reaches up to him and gives him a kiss, Abberline backs off confused*  Don't be so shy, Inspector.  I loved it, all my girlfriends turned green from envy.

Receptionist *looking at Daphne, irritated*  Remember your duties, lass.

Daphne:  Oh, yes right!  This way Inspector!  *leads Abberline to a private room, tries to keep a straight face and appear professional*  Dr. Rainey will be with you in some minutes.  *smiles again at him*  I don’t mind dumping Malachi, but I miss having drinks at Chez Roux in good company.

Abberline *looks at her with a blank expression*  Why not, I could take you out after I get away from here.

Daphne *giggles once more*  Oh, wow!  *bats her eyelashes, winks him goodbye and leaves*