At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *returns home, carrying a bag stuffed with diverse clothes, shoves the bag to Kat*  Here you are, and now, finally get dressed.  *sits down on the sofa, takes the file folder and begins to leaf through it, trying to concentrate on it once more*

Kat *Dresses upstairs in the bedroom, where she's hidden her weapons.  Once armed, she opens the window.  Frowns as she realizes it's impossible with her injured arm.  An idea occurs to her.  Crossing to the door, she removes the key then crosses the hall opening an adjacent door.  Returns once again to bedroom.  Draws a deep breath and lets out a bloodcurdling scream and dashes back across the hall to hide and watch, key in hand.*

Abberline *starts, jumps up and runs to the bedroom, stops when he sees the window open, freezes for a while*  Kat?  No!  *goes to the window and looks down, and not seeing anyone, decides to go out and have a look, mutters to himself as he descends the stairs, opens the door and goes out*  Kat, you  are making me a nervous wreck ...   *Not finding Kat, he returns, goes back to the bedroom, fearing this was some trick of hers and that she's hiding somewhere*  Kat, where are you?

Kat *Dashes across hall, slamming the door behind him and locking him in.  Sighs*  Sorry, luv.  There were bein' no other way.  She 'elped cut me 'eart out and now I intend to return the favor.

At Deppville Hospital:

Portsmith *on the way to Security Office, suddenly remembers the research, changes direction and goes to the hospital, walks to the reception*  Hello, Andrew, how are you doing?

Andrew *beams at her*  Thank you, Commander, everything's fine.  Thank you for getting me this place.

Portsmith:  You have done a very good job, Andrew, keep it up, and I suggest to the hospital board a good raise for you.  Now, is Dr. Rainey in?

Andrew:  Unfortunately, he is performing an operation.  If you care to wait ...

Portsmith *contemplating on walking in to the operation theatre, thinks better of it*  I'll wait.  *walks about looking at the lobby, when she sees a nurse with red hair walking by*  Excuse me, nurse *pretends to look at her name tag* ... Daphne, could you get me the files of Mrs. Abberline?  His husband asked me to take a look at them.  They are very much attached to each other and he's been very worried about his wife.

Daphne *looks at Portsmith steadily, then shrugs*  Sure, why not?  Y'know, he really should've told me he was ... *stops herself*  I'm sorry, Commander, I won't bend your ear with such talk.  I'll be back with those records in a jiffy.  *leaves Portsmith, goes to elevator, up to second floor.  Checks recent files, finds the one with Kat's name.  Turns, gasps as she finds herself facing the man who has been watching her, the man who attacked Manouche*

Man *nods at folder in her hand*  Is that Abberline's?  Don't lie to me, girlie.

Daphne *stares, wide-eyed*  Y-yes, as a matter of fact, it is.  *she grins*  Heeyyy, I know who you are ...

Man *blinks*  You do, huh?

Daphne:  Sure, you're part of Freddie's case, aren't you?  *lowers her voice*  Don't worry, I won't give you away.  I was going to take this file to Commander Portsmith ... she's very much in charge of anything to do with Inspector Abberline ...  *her face falls slightly*  .... and his wife.

Man *takes file folder, leafs through it, scowls*  This isn't his file.

Daphne:  Well, no, it's his wife's file.  His file ... it's locked away.  In Dr. Rainey's office.  *Man rudely shoves file back into her hands, turns on his heel, leaves her.*  Hey, wait!  *she follows after him, he turns a corner ... when she comes around the corner, he's gone.  She looks in a few doors, then gives up.  Takes the file down to the first floor, where Portsmith is waiting, hands it to her*  Here you are, Commander.  *looks a little wistful*  Please tell Freddie -- the Inspector -- that Daphne says hi, okay?  *pops gum, turns, goes back to work*

Portsmith *looks after her, rolls eyes, mimics her voice*  Sure, Freddie's gonna get a hi from you.  *looks at the files once again, trying to find an estimate for how long Kat's memory stays faulty, hopes it takes long enough for her to get Manouche and that she would not hesitate*  Well, thinking first is not a habit with Kat.  *shrugs*  Or that redhead, either.  I guess she wouldn't understand anything even if it was banked into her head with a stone.  Totally without morals, even a wife doesn't stop her.  I wonder what dear Freddie sees in her ...  *goes back to the lobby and resumes her wait for Dr. Rainey*

In Spain:

Gallego *gives Hanson a terrified look, swallows, starts to talk in a squeaky voice* Vincente, it's me, Ferdinand... No, I did not make that call *glances nervously at Hanson* er..I did make that call, yes... No, nothing special... Holy Mary, help me... You remember that Virgin and Child....yes, that one...No, no, no... er, where are you calling from? What on earth are you doing in Santiago de Compostela? NO!..You must not shoot Fra Angelico, if he has hidden them there is no hope for me and my two mistresses...Third? What do you mean, Rita... Oh, I forgot her... *looks pleadingly at Hanson* May I put the receiver down? You aren't really going to shoot me? *tries to smile but it looks more like a grin* Er.. am I free to go now. Fra Angelico that blasted monk has the paintings.

Colonel:  I'll take him to Corso, after we get the paintings, maybe Corso will lock him up and then deal with him later. With the payment Portsmith gives me, or Corso, whoever pays me, I will donate a portion to his family. And explain to them what has happened.  *Hanson nods in agreement*

Gallego *whines* Oh no, you can't do that, what happens to my poor six children without me! You are breaking the heart of my wife if you give me in the hands of Corso! These forgeries, and all these other grave sins I have committed was to support my family. Let me go, be merciful, it was Vincente who tempted me into it, and Murillo. Do you know what they pay to me at the museum? *crosses himself* Corso is worse than a pirate, he is a ruthless mercenary. He does anything for money. *talks fast, glances at them both* I can help you. Inspector Golz, he tried to set you up. You'd better watch your back. Golz is friends with Corso. *starts to ramble again * I will do repentance... and I confess that once I did not pay at a restaurant, and that I have bribed the police to overlook my speeding and parking tickets, and I admit to lying to my wife, I told her only about two mistresses, and I confess that I have been rude to my grandmother ... *looks at them hopefully*

Hanson: Fine, rot in hell for all I care, or whatever. *uncuffs him* All I want to do, is get those paintings and take a break from all this. And I'm not staying here, we were almost killed. 

Gallego *brightening up, flashing a smile, rubs his hands* As a favour for letting me go, I can give you a list of Corso's transactions with Vincente and Murillo. It is very incrimintaing. Er... don't mention to Vincente that I gave the list to you. *grins* Will you now got to Santiago de Compostela to take the paintings? I could save your time and money and make copies of them. I am sure that no one would notice the difference. What you say?

Colonel: I think it would be best we stick with the originals...I don't want any more trouble with the paintings...although Corso did say that Portsmith couldn't tell the difference...

Gallego *gives a wondering gaze at Hanson, turns eagerly to the Colonel* Yes, yes, Mrs. Officer, someone like Portsmith would never know the difference... Wouldn't that be perfect? Everybody would be content: you have the case solved, Commander Portsmith gets her paintings back, and Corso.. he gets for trading with forgeries, and I... *stop and frowns* But there is the problem of the originals. Then it would mean that Fra Angelico will keep them. That's not good. Maybe I should call Vincente again and ask him to shoot Fra Angelico and take the paintings?

Colonel:   No shooting anyone. Instead we will take the originals.

Gallego:  Er ... so you will go to Santiago de Compostela now?  *grins nervously*  If you'll excuse me, I got my job to mind ... urgent matters ... It has been a pleasure to meet you ...

At the Wonka’s factory:

Blake *arrives at factory main entrance, sets bags and Wilko’s cage down beside him, rings bell.  An oompa answers the door*

Blake *smiles*  Hi … could you please tell Willy an’ Madame that Blake is here?  *digs in his pocket, finds a cocoa bean – one of a supply he bought at Grape’s on his way over.  Hands it to oompa, nods*

Willy *arrives at the door a few moments later, a surprised look on his face*  Blake!  So glad you’re here! *sees the luggage* And ready to stay!  Excellent ... *pauses*  Where’s Manouche?

Blake *enters, carrying luggage, sets everything down in hallway.  Wilko makes a soft chirping sound, Blake grins*  Quiet, Wilko, buddy.  *to Willy*  Manouche’ll be here soon.  She went to Kat’s, where Raven’s been stayin’ while we were gone.  I told her not to be long, but she and Kat very well may imbibe … so it may be awhile.  *smiles*  They had a great talk about Raven before we left, an’ Manouche is still walkin’ on air from it.  Raven’s finally spending some time with Kat.  That’s been a long time comin’.  So he may stay with her instead of coming to the factory.  But he sure had a good time when he stayed here with you an’ Madame, so I’m sure he’ll be back at some point.  *pauses, everything Manouche told him running through his mind; looks at Willy, smiles gratefully*  I know you’ve asked us here to help, but … I’m glad we’re gonna be here for a little while.  I think … I think Manouche can use some time with her brother and sister, she’s been missing you both so much.

Willy:  Oh it’s not a problem at all.  We're happy to finally see you two again.  *picks up two of the suitcases, Blake picks up another suitcase and Wilko's cage and they both begin to walk to Manouche's suite*  So about Manouche, I've been getting some, well, incredibly horrific vibes all the while ... is there something you need to tell me?

Blake *looks at him, startled*  Vibes … y’ mean recent?  That’s interesting.  *is quiet for awhile as they make their way to Manouche’s suite.  They enter, throw bags down, Blake sets Wilko’s cage on top of a chest of drawers near a window.  Lowers his head, sighs*  You – you’ll have to tell me what you saw.  *turns, looks at Willy*  There is a lot goin’ on right now … but we mustn’t upset Madame with it, especially right now.  Manouche would have our heads if Madame heard any of this in her condition.  I think Manouche should tell you, instead of me.  I'm sure she will, with a little coaxing.  She ... she has a hard time keeping secrets from her brother.  *pauses*  I … I don’t suppose you saw any happy endings with all that, did you …  *tries to smile, can’t; drops into armchair near the bed, lights a cigarette nervously.  Looks at Willy*  Oh, god, sorry, Willy ... *indicates cigarette*  Is it okay if I smoke in here?  I'll ... I'll go outside if you prefer.

Willy *shakes head*  No no no, go ahead.  *sits in a chair next to him*   These vibes, I dunno,  I have them, usually at night.  I'll wake up and sit right up, Kim will get woken up, which just bugs me to begin with.  She'll calm me down and it’ll go away.  I guess afterwards, yea, I do feel a little better, but there’s always that concern.

Blake:  Do you see anything from these vibes?  Are you sure they’re about Manouche?  *smokes for a moment*  I tell ya, Willy, getting my girl to open up about this stuff is like pullin’ teeth.  Thing is … she’s still in danger.  Well, that’s probably no surprise to you … but … the number of enemies she seems to have right now, it’s … it’s ridiculous.  Just when she thinks she’s in the clear from one, along comes another.  And … well, she’s not been entirely sure who her friends are lately …  *thinks of Abberline, feels anger rising, forces it back.  Looks around for ash tray, doesn’t see one; takes cigarette into bath of Manouche’s suite, puts it out, throws it in trash.  Returns to bedroom, sits back down*  I told her we would find a way out of it all, somehow.  But … I’m really not sure we can.  *looks at Willy*  I will say it makes you treasure every minute you have, not knowin’ when it’s gonna be taken away.  *sighs, looks down at floor, runs hand through hair*  She was afraid to come stay here … she doesn’t want to bring trouble to your home.  She – we’re obliged to you both for your friendship … it means more than ever, now.

Willy: *shakes head* I never get anything from the vibes.  All I know is that something is wrong with her.  It drives me nuts.  *pauses, takes off hat, sets it on the ground next to him*  I know how much danger she's in, Blake.  Constantly.  Makes me wonder how even you can deal with it.  But I mean, even for a pirate, this is madness.  I've gotten her out of trouble a few times myself.  But every time I do, she gets into more.  It jeopardizes everyone she knows, too.  That’s why I can understand where she comes from when she says she doesn’t want to be around us all the time.  But sometimes I wish she would just use her head and actually turn to me for the help.  I'm not easily defeated, especially when it comes to my sister.  And even so, she knows she’s welcome here anytime.  Why doesn’t she come here for protection?  I know she doesn't want to put a lot on us, but it puts a lot on us, knowing she’s not safe.

Blake:  She knows she can count on you.  But you don’t understand … she doesn’t ever want you to think she’s taking advantage of you.  She wants to be sure you an’ Madame know she loves you just for who you are … not for anything you can offer, whether it’s protection, or the fact that you’re rich.  *waves a hand around room*  She’s touched as hell that you keep a suite for her … but she would feel the same about you both if you lived in one room.  So there’s all that, besides the fact that she keeps wanting to protect you from the trouble that always seems to find her.  *gazes out window*  And so often, it's just so damn unfair.  What are we supposed to do about the crazy coincidences?  Like this Loralee, mistaking her for someone else?  She didn’t do a thing to bring that on, yet there it is.  So I’m hopin’ this time we spend with you both can be … sort of a respite for her from her troubles.  She gets weighed down by it all sometimes, she … needs a break.  *shrugs*  I guess we both do.  Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade what she and I have for anyone else.  But … well, it’s a lot, sometimes.  *smiles slightly*  Guess I love her that much.

Willy *smiles*  I can understand.  But still, she doesn't know what she puts us through ... *pauses*  But I am glad you two were just perfect for each other.  If you can put up with all her problems, you KNOW it’s perfect ...

Madame: *stands by the doorway, leaning against it for support*  Well if it isn’t Mister William Blake ...

Blake *grins at Willy*  Well, she puts up with me, too.  Poets are a moody lot.  Besides … I’ve never felt so loved in all my life as with her, she never lets a day go by without making me feel like a king.  *looks over at door, sees Madame, jumps up quickly, beaming at her*  There's the mum-to-be!  *rushes over to her, takes her arm, kisses her cheek; leads her over to chair, sits her down gently*  How are you, dear?

Madame *gets comfortable*  Ah doing just fine, love.  A bit difficult these days ... but soon enough it won’t be.  *beams*  How're you?

Madame: Good good good.  So happy to hear that.  How long have you been here?

Willy:  *takes out his handkerchief, wipes her forehead a bit*  Not long love, I just let him in a bit ago.

Madame: Excellent. *looks around, sees Wilko in his cage, beams* Ah I see you brought my favorite bird. *begins to get up, gives up after a bit, sits down and sighs*  I cant wait for them to come already.  *looks at Wilko again* How is he Blake?

Blake *smiles, walks over to cage*  See for yourself.  *opens door, Wilko hops out, cocks his head as if looking everybody over.  Flaps wings, flies to Madame, perches on arm of chair.  Chirps, looking up at her*

Madame *giggles*  Ah little Wilko.  How are you, my sweet?  *rubs underneath his beak with her finger*  You remember me?  Hmm?  Do you?

Willy *looks at the bird in a bit of disgust*  It mimics ... me ... only ... me ...

At Manouche and Blake’s house:

Sergeant Godley *coming home with Raven from a long picnic with a night spent in a tent by a campfire, he's carrying a basket and the tent, Raven has his football*  I haven't been doing this since I was a kid, and believe me, that was really a long time ago.  My back's still aching.  And I have never been in the woods before.  I am sure I would have been lost in five minutes without you.  *hesitates for a while*  So, where do you want to go now?

Raven *with a broad smile*  Manouche is back.

Godley:  Manouche it is, then.  Probably the best choice.  Let's see if she's at home.  *they walk to the house by the river, Godley puts down the basket and bangs the door forcefully*  Manouche, are you there?

Manouche *peeks through curtain at window, sees who it is, opens door*  S-Sergeant, good t’ see ye.  *looks at Raven, smiles warmly*  There’s me lil’ mate.  C’mon in, both o’ ye.  *she waves them in, glances around outside before closing the door and locking it.*  Jus’ leave yer effects ‘ere by th’ door, an’ come to th’ kitchen, we’ll ‘ave whatever ye want.  But I need to leave soon for th’ Wonkas … it’s time to go stay with ‘em, be on hand an’ help Madame with her twins.  Blimey, can ye believe it’s that time already?  Seems like mere days ago that she were findin’ out she were expectin’.  *grins*  Then again, I reckon Madame has a whole different take on th’ timeline than we do!  *looks at Raven*  Luv, I were thinkin’ … we can … ahh, split yer time between stayin’ with us at th’ Wonkas’, an’ stayin’ with … yer parents, if that sounds equitable t’ ye.  So how ‘bout ye go to yer room, think about what ye’d like to take to th’ factory?  Not that kids need t’ take much to such a paradise, ay?  *Raven nods, runs to his room, Manouche turns to Godley*  What can I offer ye, mate?  Coffee, or somethin’ a bit stronger?

Godley *sits heavily down*  I'd take only some advice, please.  I got to go to work soon.  *grabs some cookies anyway and starts to eat while talking*  You see, I got talking with Raven about his parents, and I don't think you can have him being with a father whom he does not remember and of whom he seems to be very wary about, he said something about a darkness in his father, that I did not understand.  And the Inspector has that redheaded Jezebel now, so his house is not a proper place for a kid anyway.  Nor is his mother's … she does not remember him at all.  I think it's best that you take him to the factory, it's much safer there for him.  When Kat fell down the stairs, Raven said he was trying to find me to help, but happened instead to land in the Inspector's room.  I don't know how it now is between them.  Talk to Raven.  He's a very sensible kid for his age, but he's confused.  I sometimes wished he'd had got better parents, but … *shrugs* … then he would not be Raven.

Manouche *turns, stares at him*  Oh, bloody ‘ell … Kat don’t remember him?  Well … that makes two of us, mate, she don’t remember me, either.  Matter o’ fact … *lowers voice* … she wants t’ kill me.  *glances toward hallway leading to Raven’s room*  I – I’ll talk to ‘im.  I … I seen th’ Inspector a little while ago … I wouldn’t feel right about tryin’ t’ keep him from seein’ Raven.  But … ahh, Sergeant, what’s t’ be done?  Now I’m fearin’ I’ll put Raven in danger by ‘avin’ him with me, with Kat after me.  Well, it ain’t Kat … *voice trails off, she looks at him*  He’ll be safe enough at th’ factory, but once Madame’s had her twins an’ we come home … truth be told, Sergeant, I’m startin’ to think lil’ mate’s safest with you.  *smiles wanly*  But no worries, I’ll talk to ‘im.  I told Kat I’d give me life t’ keep him safe.  I been willin’ to do that in th’ past, an’ me feelin’s still stand.  *notices he’s finished the cookies; grins, grabs another handful, sets them in front of him, goes to fridge and pours him a glass of milk*

Godley *grins*  I am honoured to be so trusted, Manouche, but he would long after you.  *grabs more cookies and the milk*  I would keep the Inspector from seeing Raven, for Raven's sake, until he remembers his father.  And until that vile woman is gone.  Can you understand that?  I'd better go and see for myself how's it going at Bournemouth House now that he had to take Kat there.  She's forgotten about ten years of her life, including Raven, and about the only on she recognizes is the Inspector.  With them two together ... *Godley shakes his head*  Wonder how they are coping.  I hope that you are not shutting yourselves completely in the factory.  *stands up*  Thank you for the cookies, Manouche.

Manouche *walks him to the door*  Anytime, Sergeant.  Aye, ye’d best go see how things are at th’ Inspector’s house.  I can’t go there … Kat nearly went mad when she heard me name.  She didn’t recognize me, but she’s associatin’ me name with someone who done ‘er a terrible wrong.  *shakes head*  I don’t know how that can be.  *looks up at Godley*  Go take care o’ th’ Inspector, like ye do so well.  He … I keep hopin’ … per’aps he an’ I can manage t’ be civil to each other again someday.  *smiles, waves goodbye to him, locks door behind him.  Leans against door, thinks for a moment, then goes to make another drink before checking on Raven.*

*The air shimmers and Ama appears before Manouche* 

Ama *Sadly*  You must not allow Kat to fight you.  She must be protected from herself.  Portsmith has poisoned her soul.  Yet even now, she carries a seed of destiny within her.  But all could still be lost.

Manouche *looks at Ama, surprisingly calm; smiles a little*  Y’know, fer some reason, I ain’t surprised t’ see ye.  No worries, luv, I ‘ave no wish to fight Kat.  She … she’s still me mate.  But I ‘ave to defend meself.  I promise ye, I’ll do everythin’ I can to avoid any confrontation.  *hears sound from Raven’s room, glances down the hall worriedly; then looks back at Ama*  W-wait ‘ere, luv.  I ‘ave somethin’ I need to do.  Let me take care o’ Raven, an’ I’ll be back.  Don’t let ‘im know yer ‘ere, savvy?  *Ama says nothing, nods agreement, seems to dissolve out of sight, though Manouche knows she’s still there.*

Manouche *goes to Raven’s room, stands at doorway, sees him going through his things again, like he had done a few days before, to visit Kat … she swallows, thinking how that time now seems so long ago.  Manages a smile, enters room*  Did ye ‘ave fun with Sergeant Godley?

Raven:  I sure did.  He’s so much fun … even if he does get tired kinda easy.  *Manouche hides a laugh; he looks up at her*  We stayed all night in a tent.  He knows a lot about the outdoors … like True Dreamer did …  *looks down, flips through the pages of a book he’s holding*

Manouche *sits down on bed, places hand on his shoulder*  I know ye miss ‘er, luv.  I also know she’s bloody proud o’ ye.  *Raven shrugs, then looks at her, smiles shyly, hugs her.  Manouche hugs him back, trying to keep the tears from her eyes*  Now … how’s th’ packin’ comin’ along?

Raven *releases her, looks excited*  I’m tryin’ to take just a few things … I want to be like it was when Sergeant Godley an’ I camped out.  We didn’t need anythin’ …

Manouche *smiles*  Livin’ off the land, ay?  That’s not a bad gig at th’ factory … seein’ as how th’ lay o’ the land there is all chocolate.  *pauses, takes book from him, looks at it absently, then sets it inside the open canvas bag on the bed.  She looks at him conspiratorially*  I ‘ave an idea … let’s you an’ me ‘ave some fun with Willy an’ Madame.  How ‘bout we go under separate cover, as it were?  I’ll go on me onesies, an’ I’ll bring yer effects … an’ you can fly there.  Ye remember yer shapeshiftin’, don’t ye?  *he nods*  Well, then … won’t it be fun?  I’ll arrive, they’ll all be askin’ about ye … an’ I can wave magically at th’ magic window, an’ there ye’ll be, jus’ like … well, magic!  *frowns to herself at her own lack of colorful words, and Raven laughs; she grins at him*  Y’see, I ‘appen to know that Willy an’ Madame are quite taken with that talent o’ yers, that changin’ into a raven.  I figure, we start our visit off with a good laugh.  I know Madame can use it, she’s prob’ly right uncomfortable at this point.  What say ye, lil’ mate?

Raven *nods enthusiastically*  Aye!  *starts packing faster, throws everything together into the bag, closes it.*  There, that’s enough.  Sergeant Godley says you should be able to get everything you need in one bag.  *he looks at her*  I hope I didn’t make it too heavy for you …

Manouche *scoffs*  After me years o’ piratin’, I reckon I can manage one bleedin’ bag!  Piece o’ cake, innit?  Why, I’ve ‘ad—  *she stands up, grasps handles of bag confidently, starts to lift it, pretends it weighs a ton, falls to floor; Raven laughs.  She stands up, brushes herself off*  Right, then, if yer ready, let’s ‘ave at it.  It … it’s gettin’ late, we should be on our way.  *walks over to window, opens it*  Now, ye go, an’ watch fer me.  There’s plenty o’ places fer ye to perch all ‘round th’ factory.  An’ … be sure ye stay hidden till I get there, or it won’t be a surprise, savvy?  *holds her arms out*  C’mere, give us a hug.  *Raven comes to her, they embrace; she kisses the top of his head, speaks softly, a slight catch in her voice*  Be careful, luv.  *She releases him, smiles, brushes the lock of hair away from his eyes, only to have it fall right back again.  He grins, shimmers, and changes into the white raven.  Flaps his wings, flies gracefully out the window.  She watches him head toward the factory, watches till he’s out of sight.  She sighs, picks up the bag, carries it through the house, sets it down by the front door.  She goes to the tall chest of drawers, finds second pistol, arms herself with it in addition to the other pistol and sword.  Looks around room, taking deep breaths, trying to still her fears.  Notices her unfinished drink on the coffee table, picks it up, sits on sofa.  Sips the drink, waits for Ama to reappear*

Ama *Speaks softly from behind Manouche*  You love my grandson.  That is good.  But there will come a time in the not-too-distant future when he'll be as near death as is possible without departing his body.  What happens between you and Kat now will determine his life or death.  The seed within her will carry a gift not seen in our bloodlines in many generations.  The power of a healer.  There are two paths … one leads to the loss of the healer soon, and to Raven’s death, as well as many others.  The other leads to life.  Dreamer, you must find the other path.  Seek the only one she remembers.

Manouche:  “Th’ only one she remembers” … *turns to face Ama, finds comfort in the kindly face despite the words of Raven dying that send ice through her veins*  Ama, ye know I love Raven as if he were me own.  But … what can I do?  At this particular juncture, it appears t’ be in me best interest t’ keep me distance from Kat altogether.  If she sees me again, I believe she’ll try an’ kill me.  Ye talk of a seed ... are ye sayin' Kat's expectin'?  An' ye also talk of what ‘appens between Kat an’ me … b-but ... by th' powers, ye didn’t see the way she were lookin’ at me.  How can we work together t’ save Raven?  She don’t even remember ‘im.  Unless she can recover from this amnesia in time … *voice trails off, something comes to her*  Recover … that’s what’s needed.  She needs t’ recover from ‘er affliction.  *frowns, concentrating*  "Th’ only one she remembers" … *brightens as a name comes to her; she looks at Ama, feels certain from Ama’s smile that she’s right*  Gili …  *she thinks quietly for a few minutes, then turns to Ama again*  Is … is there anythin’ else ye can share with me t’ shed some light on all this, luv?  *apologetically*  I hate t’ seem in a hurry, but … I must be leavin’ soon, I’m expected at Willy an’ Madame’s.  Y’see, I promised t’ help with th’ twins bein’ born, an' it's almost their time.  *beams*  Mr. Blake an’ I, we’re goin’ to be godparents to one of ‘em.  *falls silent again as she remembers the baby that Ama had asked her to help deliver.  Glances at Ama, can see that she knows what she’s thinking about.  She opens her mouth to speak, then stops herself, feeling overwhelmed, suddenly very emotional, as if words are meaningless at the moment … as if faced with something very profound.  Feels tears come to her eyes, not quite sure why; brushes them away impatiently*  Apologies, luv.  Don’t know what come over me … *pauses, looks at Ama, smiles a very small smile*  If ye 'ave any more knowledge to share, I'll gladly take it.  But ... if -- if ye 'ave no more to impart upon me, luv ... I'll simply do th' best I can.

Ama *smiles*  Kat will respect and, though reluctantly, obey Gili.  At least for a time.  But only one who has touched her mind can bring her back to the present.  *whispers Dimitri*  One last thing, Dreamer, you will soon be rewarded for all you have sacrificed.  A dream to come.  *Slowly fades away*

Manouche *lets the tears fall*  Ch-cheers, luv.  *looks around room, this time she knows Ama is gone, at least for now.  Wipes her eyes, goes to bedroom, to bedside table where she keeps a notebook.  Removes it from drawer, opens it to last entry, which includes the name LaCroix, and she remembers her dream about Danielle Charron and Maurice LaCroix … and Loralee.  Feels a shiver run down her spine, grabs pen, jots down a few of the things Ama mentioned so she won’t forget.*  Gili … Dimitri … an’ … blimey, I ‘ave to see Malachi.  *She finishes writing all she can remember, tucks notebook and pen into coat pocket.  Leaves bedroom, goes to front door, picks up Raven’s bag.  Looks around room one more time, leaves house, locks door.  Glances around carefully, sees no one.  Quickly makes her way to the factory, reaches the main door without mishap.  Rings bell, glances nervously over her shoulder; door opens, and Willy stands gazing at her.  He says nothing, but she reads many things in his expression – care, concern, some impatience, and brotherly love.  Relief, joy at seeing him again, and thoughts of the happy event they’re about to share flood her being, and she breaks into a broad smile.*  ‘Ello, Dad.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Willy *breaks into a huge grin, laughs slightly*  ..........Manouche....... *pulls her into a huge hug, tears swell up in his eyes*  You’re okay...

Manouche *nestles contentedly in his hug*  ‘Course I’m okay, brother … why wouldn’t I be?  Y’know me, mate … bloody Gypsy pirate, I’m like a bad coin, I’ll always turn up again …  *her voice trails off as she’s suddenly overwhelmed by everything she’s recently learned, all the new worries, sorrow over Kat, and she clings to Willy, sobbing uncontrollably.  They hear a flapping of wings, and the familiar white raven swoops down, shifts into Raven.  He sees Manouche crying, runs up and wraps his arms around her.*

Willy *holds her, strokes her hair soothingly.  He places a hand on Raven’s head for a moment, then brings them both inside, closing and locking the door.  He holds her tight as anything, speaks softly*  It's okay.  You’re okay now.  *she starts to lose her balance so they fall to the floor, Willy still holds tight, moving his hand and putting it on Raven's back*  Everything's fine now, sis.  *lifts up her head*  Hey, what’re you here for?  Hm?  You’re gonna be an aunt soon and you’ll be the first to see those new faces, right?  They'll want to see a smile.

Manouche *wipes her eyes*  Oh aye, n-no worries, brother.  Th-they’ll see a smile, ye can put yer money on it.  *sees Raven, who’s watching her anxiously; reaches out to him, draws him close*  Steady on, lil’ mate … there, I’m sound, now.  Reckon I should check in with me patient.  An’ I’m assumin’ Mr. Blake is with ‘er.  Fancy, them twins’ll be ‘ere in a matter o’ days.  *swallows, looks at Willy, smiles, murmurs*  Ch-cheers, mate.

Willy: *smiles his usual, kisses her head*  Well come on then!  She’s been waiting for you!  *leads her to Manouche's suite, Madame sees instantly that he brought Manouche and Raven*

Madame:  Oh Manouche!!!!!  *tries to stand up with all her might*

Manouche *comes straight to her*  Don’t dare move a muscle, luv!  Stay put.  Blimey, it’s good t’ see ye.  An’ jus’ look at ye … still radiant as ever, even this late in th’ game.  *leans down, hugs her tight.  Looks up, sees Blake looking at her with concern, he can tell she’s been upset; smiles, winks at him.  To Madame*  Now then, what can I do fer ye?

Madame:  Well for now I think you three should get settled!  We'll talk to you while you unpack.  Manouche, I'm sure you remember how things are in your suite?

Manouche:  Aye, I remember it well.  *looks around, smiling*  This is a far happier occasion than last time, innit?  Last time … Willy had gone an’ done somethin’ … stupid … remember?  Interferin’ with Marchand, tryin’ to save Sergeant Godley an’ me.  I came ‘ere to recover from th’ gunshot wound.  *looks at Willy fondly*  Local hero makes good again, ay, mate?  *turns to Madame*  So how ye been feelin’?  Anything I should know about?  I’m sure it’ll all go jus’ fine.  Y’been goin’ to yer doctor regular, ‘aven’t ye?  *she, Blake and Raven start unpacking bags while they talk* 

Madame:  Yes, yes I have.  She said she'll be coming around everyday to check on me and she also gave us her personal cell phone for when the time comes.  She will be there by the way, did I tell you?

Manouche:  Oh aye, ye told me.  I wouldn’t ‘ave it any other way.  I mean … I’m honored t’ be involved in th’ proceedings, an’ it’s true, I ‘ave helped with childbearin’ without assist from doctors.  But I’d feel much better with your personal doctor on th’ scene, as it were.  Extra precaution, don’t want t’ take any chances.

Madame:  Precisely.  So she'll be around.  So far everything’s set.  We have a room set up on the other side of the factory, not exactly near the master suite, but it’s ok.

Willy:  A lot of the rooms around the master suite are already being used for something, so I had to.

Madame:  Still, I’m just happy it’s in the factory and not in an uncomfortable hospital.  *Willy grins*

Manouche:  It’ll all be fine, an’ yer fortunate t’ be able to ‘ave it at home, as ye wish.  Not everyone is quite so lucky … *voice trails off as she recalls some of the dire situations she’s seen in the past; thinks of True Dreamer’s sister.  Shakes it off, smiles*  Ye’ll ‘ave no trouble, Madame, love, I’m sure of it.  I’d tell ye if I had any visions or premonitions that indicated otherwise, ‘cause I believe in bein’ honest on such things.  But I see nothin’.  *grins*  Were ye thinkin’ of filmin’ the event?  I know a lot o’ couples like to do that nowadays.

Willy:  Oh dear …

Madame:  My mother did that … didn’t look as cute as they thought it would be.

Willy *giggles*  I’m not so sure about that.  We'll have to talk about it.

Raven *to Manouche, as he’s pulling things out of his bag*  Why’s Mr. Wonka gigglin’?

Manouche *glances at Raven*  Oh!  Bloody ‘ell, I rather fergot you're 'ere.  Ahhh ... never mind, lil’ mate.  Say … how ‘bout ye go in th’ next room … see, it’s a sittin’ room we ‘ave all to ourselves with th’ suite … go in there, start a nice fire in th’ fireplace while we finish talkin’?  It’s gettin’ a bit cool, innit?  We can ‘ave a bite around th’ fire in a little while, savvy?

Raven *grins*  Grown-up talk again …

Manouche *has to laugh, runs hand through her hair*  Aye, well, ye got me dead t’ rights, luv!  S’all dead borin’, though, trust me …

Raven:  Okay.  *digs in the bag, finds something he was looking for.  Brings it to Madame*  Here, I did a drawing for you.  It’s a picture of some of the wildflowers outside the house, down by the river.  *hands Madame the drawing, smiles shyly, turns quickly; bolts for the sitting room, starts building a fire*

Manouche *watches him go, smiling, shakes her head*  Blimey … sometimes I love ‘im so much it’s bloody painful.  *Blake comes over to her, puts arm around her*

Madame *stares at drawing, one gloved finger goes over the paper*  Beautiful ...

Willy *smiles at Madame, then to Manouche*  So what’s going on, sis?

Manouche:  Goin’ on?  What ain’t goin’ on, is more th’ question, I reckon.  Me usual life o’ chaos, as it were.  Long stories, t’ be sure … but let’s start by sayin’ there are a few locals ye shouldn’t be openin’ th’ factory doors to, at least fer th’ time bein’.  These would include Loralee … well, that goes without sayin’, don’t it? … Commander Portsmith, aye, she ‘as it in fer me more than ever right now … an’ there’s someone new in town, I don’t know his name, but he’s got somethin’ to do with some research takin’ place at th’ hospital.  He’s a big bloke, an’ he drives an old hearse, y’ can’t miss it.  Other’n that … *sighs* … the only one to watch out for is me mate Kat.  She’s had a loss o’ memory … she ain’t herself.  I can fill ye in on all details, per’aps tomorrow.  Fer tonight, if it’s all th’ same to th’ pair o’ ye, I’m rather all in.  I reckon I'm fer turnin' in early an' restin' up.  I’ve … well, I’ve ‘ad a hell of a day today.  *pauses*  So … we’ll jus’ take a bit o’ precaution fer th' next few days while Mr. Blake an' Raven an' I are 'ere, an’ all should be sound.  Savvy?  *looks at them, smiles slightly*

Willy *sighs, shakes his head while looking at the floor*

Madame *says nothing, looks at Manouche with certainty, like all the power she holds is on her face*  You will be safe here, Manouche.  I swear it. 

Willy *looks up, same look comes on his face, nods firmly*  For as long as you wish.  No one will harm you.  *Madame nods, then sighs, looking a bit dreary.  Willy smiles at her*  Come on love, lets get to our reading, then bed.

Madame *brightens, looks at him*  Is the fire lit?

Willy *grins* As always.

Madame:  And my book?

Willy:  Right where you left it.  Next to my daily newspaper.  *Madame smiles shyly at him.  He walks over, takes one of her arms*  Blake, care to lend a hand?

Blake:  Absolutely.  *he comes over to Madame’s side, takes her other arm, they help her up*

Manouche:  W-wait.  *She comes up to them, looks at Willy and Madame for a moment, blinks away tears*  I – I’m grateful t’ ye beyond words, luvs.  Me warnin’s actually were more fer th’ pair o’ ye than meself … for yer dubious fortune o’ takin’ up with me.  I thank y’ both … *brings her arms around both of them, hugs them tightly, whispers*  Y’won’t regret it, I promise ye.  *kisses them each on the cheek, releases them, smiles*  Now off with ye.  Madame needs ‘er rest.  We ‘ave whole days ahead of us t’ catch up, an’ I been lookin’ forward to it more’n ye’ll ever know.

Madame: *smiles, wipes away a tear that had fallen down Manouche's face*  It's really not us you need to worry about, Manouche.  *looks at the smiling Blake, moves foward to look at Raven sitting by the fire in the living room, then turns back to her*  Those two are the only ones you need to be concerned about.  Leave the rest up to us.  *beams as usual, then she nods to Willy, she and Willy walk out back to the master suite*

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *finds that Kat has locked him in; tries the door handle, then bangs the door*  Kat?  What is this?  Let me out!  *contemplated breaking the door, but he can't kick it in because it opens the wrong way; frustrated, rattles the handle*  Kat!

Kat *Yells through door*  Ye 'ave me word, luv, whate'er be left of Manouche when I'm done, you're more than welcome to.  Ta.  *Turns to leave.*

Abberline *getting desperate, bangs the door*  No!  Don't do anything to her!  Why are you attacking her so suddenly, she's your friend, she's your best friend.  Manouche hasn't done anything to you!  Please let me out, Kat!

Kat *Hesitates, calls through the door*  My best friend is she?  Well perhaps if I was to see 'er again, my memory might improve.  Tell me luv, where I might find 'er then, and I'll consider lettin' ye out, eh.

Abberline *thinks for a while before answering*  Yes, she is your best friend, Kat, you just don't remember her now.  Let me out and I promise to take you to her house.

Kat *Considers her answer then pulls a knife from its sheath at her belt, slips it in the hidden sheath inside her boot; tugs pant leg to cover it.*  Just 'ow do I know ye would be keepin' yer word?

Abberline:  You just have to trust me.  *knows it doesn't sound very reassuring*  Look, I have no weapons.  But my gun is downstairs, in the pocket of my jacket.  You can take my gun, if you don't trust me.  But why should I not keep my word?  I really do think that you should talk with Manouche and clear this mess up.  I think you are confusing her with someone.  But I want to be with you, I – I really don't want anyone to be hurt.  Do we have a deal?

Kat *Draws her gun, braces herself, turns the key in the lock and backs a step away from the door.*  No tricks.

Abberline *sighs*  No tricks.  *steps out but stops when he sees the gun*  Where did you get that from?  No tricks from your side, either.  We will go and see Manouche together, and I am sure that you will remember her when you get to talk to her.  *looks at Kat*  I will protect her, on the cost of my life if need be.  And if you should try to use me as some kind of bait, don't bother.  *sadly*  I mean nothing to her.

Kat:  The gun was a gift, and you can lead the way, pet.  Sorry, but I don't really trust ye.

Abberline:  I know, love.  You don't trust anyone.  I am tired of trying to convince you.  *walks down the stairs, gets his jacket*   But I want to know what you think has happened that you hate her so much.  Put the gun away.  *opens the door and lets Kat out.*  It isn't far.  *When they get to Manouche's house, he knocks on the door repeatedly but there's no answer; turns to Kat*  Darling, there's no one home.

Kat *Getting agitated, looks nervously around.*  W-where else would she be?  She 'as to be somewhere.  She's not my friend.  I don't e'en know 'er.  I don't e'en know this town, 'owed I get 'ere?  You be tryin' to confuse me.  *Bursts into tears*

Abberline:  How could I know that.  *turns away from the house and takes her to the park, thumps her down on the bench*  Stop crying.  And now you will listen to me.  *lights a cigarette, smokes nervously*  So I am confusing you.  Of course, everything is my fault, as usual.  I got enough of this.  Didn't they tell anything to you at the hospital?  Kat, you are not listening.  Look at me.  *with his hand under her chin, turns her face towards himself, looks her straight in the eyes*  I don't know how you got here and I sometimes wish you hadn't.  You have lost ten years of your life, and there's much that's happened since.  First, the reason I took you home from the hospital is that you called for me, that I seemed to be the only one who you remembered.  I really don't know why, after all, we just had that brief fling together in Fiji that meant nothing to either of us.  We haven't actually been on good terms.  But Manouche has been your friend.  You did not tell me what you suspect her of, but I won't let you harm her.  *takes her by the arms and shakes her*  She is your friend, don't you understand!

Kat:  Ten years?  It's been 10 years since ...  But then why is she and Nate 'ere?  Why do ye insist she's bein' my friend?  Portsmith told me 'bout 'er.  Don't ye understand she 'elped 'im, steal my precious child’s life? Ten years or yesterday, makes no ne'er mind te me, they're still monsters and deserve te die.  *Pauses, looks at him, sighs.*  No I guess ye don't understand.  Ye can't.  Ye don't e'en believe me.  Just go away and let me cry in peace.

Abberline:  Yes, it's ten years since.  You don't remember anything that has happened after that.  Have you been talking to Commander Portsmith?  She's just using you to have her revenge against Manouche.  You are confused and don't know what you are talking about.  You can't trust anything Portsmith says.  She’s your real enemy, not Manouche.  I know you well enough to understand that there is no way of turning your head, so you can hate her as much as you want, but don't harm her.  It seems to me that it is you who are the monster, Kat.  *hesitates*  I don't know what child you are talking about, nor what Nate and Manouche have to do with it.  The fact is ...  *hesitates once again, not really sure he should tell it* … you have a child.  A son who is ten years old.  With me.

Kat *Doubtfully*  A son?  Ten?  If that be true, 'ow is it 'es still alive?  Nate would ne'er allow a child of mine te live so long.  'e swore as much as 'e made sure my first ne'er drew first breath.  If I'm bein' a monster, 'e made it so.

Abberline:  Nate?  Why did you never tell me about that child?  This is the first time I heard about it.  Yes, it's true, we do have a son.  You saw him at my house.  *smiles*  Don't you really remember him?  As for what happened when he was born, I don't know ... *frowns, but decides to go on in the hope that it would make her remember more*  I was not there.  Why don't we go back home now?

Kat *Stunned*  That boy?  Mine?  Where is 'e now?  'e's not safe.  Please.

Abberline:  Yes, he is yours and mine, the boy you saw.  He's been with Sergeant Godley, he's safe as can be.  We could go to Godley's house and fetch him.  He would love to see his mother again.  *decides not to mention that he might be with Manouche, hands a handkerchief to Kat*  Are you ready to meet him?

Kat:  Yes ... No ...  Oh, I be not sure.  I gotta think.  'e might not like me.  Maybe 'es better off without me.

Abberline *turns to look at her, hearing the same words from her mouth that he himself has said many times, sighs*  No, he loves you ...  This is just like when I met him, that's what I thought ... You never told me about him, and I met him first time here, not very long ago.  This all is so strange.  *takes a new cigarette*  I wish I knew how to bring your memory back.  *smiles at her*  Maybe it's best to go home.  *gets up and offers his hand to her*

Kat:  Aye, I suppose.  I know naught else.  *Takes his hand*  For now.

Abberline *helps her up, relieved that he got Manouche off her mind, walks back to Bournemouth House with her*  Get some rest.  I have some paperwork to do.  *watches her go upstairs, returns to the living-room, throws off his jacket and sits down to smoke, staring out the window*