At the Wonkas’ factory:

Blake *returns to the suite a little later, after helping Willy take Madame to their room; sees Manouche gazing out the open window.  He comes up to her, brings his arms around her waist, kisses her neck*  C’mon, honey, let’s go in and enjoy that fire with Raven.  We should close this window.  It’s gotten cool out, you’re shiverin’.

Manouche:  I’m a sight warmer now, though.

Blake *smiles, holds her a moment*  You rather soft-pedaled everything to Willy an’ Madame, didn’t you?

Manouche *sighs*  I jus’ couldn’t go into all of it tonight, is all.  D' ye realize what all 'appened to me today?  I'm exhausted.  I’m willin’ to tell ‘em … though I still would rather spare Madame, at least till th’ twins are born.  She don’t need stress like that at this point.  *she turns to face him, takes his hands in hers*  Help me keep some o’ the worse aspects under wraps fer a few more days, savvy?  She don’t need t’ know th’ danger I’m in right this second.

Blake *nods*  Okay, honey, I won’t say anything.  I’ll let you decide what to tell them, and when.  Although I think Willy can sense a lot of it.  It’s almost like he can read thoughts sometimes.  I thought that was just between him an’ Madame.

Manouche:  He’s a sensitive soul.  Sometimes them potions o’ Malachi’s bring out more in some people than others.  I reckon he has a natural affinity fer such things, an’ th’ drug heightened it.  *smiles at him*  Cheers, my love, thank ye fer understandin’.  *brings his hands up to her lips, kisses them; frowns as she sees the cuts on one hand*  What’s this, then?  What ‘appened t’ ye, love?

Blake *feels a little foolish as he remembers the window he broke on The Viper*  Oh … it’s nothin’.  *pulls hand away, brings his arms around her*  Just … had a little mishap on the ship.  Managed to break a window.  I’ll go get some glass an’ replace it tomorrow.  *shrugs*  Now, come on, let’s go sit by the fire.  Willy an’ Madame are sending a little snack up to us, too, in about twenty minutes or so.

Manouche *laughs*  A little snack.  I can bloody well imagine what that’ll be.  Pheasant under glass, Alaskan salmon, French green beans with them lil’ almond slivers … an’ a bottle o’ red wine … an’ it’ll be me favorite, ‘cause Madame always knows what I like … an’ chocolate mousse fer dessert …

Blake *grins*  Well, for Willy, that IS a little snack!  *they laugh, he kisses her, gently guiding her away from the window … just as a rock is hurled through.  Fortunately, it does nothing more than strike the floor, then roll across the room.  Blake tightens his hold on Manouche protectively, they look at each other, fear in their faces; they cautiously approach the window, look outside, and see Loralee standing on the ground below, glaring at them.*

Loralee *hisses*  La mort violente, sanglante et lente à Danielle Charron!  *She turns abruptly and seems to drift away more than walk, her long black dress flowing behind her*

Manouche:  Oh, blast … m-me dream … *she sways unsteadily*

Blake *grasps her tight with one arm, supporting her; closes the window and draws the drapes with his other hand.  He sweeps her up in his arms, carries her to the sitting room, where he’s relieved to see that Raven has fallen asleep in the large chair next to the fireplace.  He helps Manouche to the sofa before the fire, sits next to her, holding her, murmuring to her comfortingly*

In another part of the factory:

Willy *sitting with Madame in their usual evening places by the fireplace, he reads the daily newspaper, a sudden emotion of fear comes over him, shudders*  Oh my ...

Madame *looks up from her book at him*  What is it, dear?

Willy *folds paper in half on his lap, takes off his glasses, rubs his forehead*  It's Manouche again.

Madame *closes book, her thumb saving the page she was on*  It can’t be, though.  She's safe here in the factory.

Willy *shakes head*  Something’s not right.  I'm going to go check on her.  *goes to stand up, feels a hand grab onto his arm, looks down, sees Madame's pleading face*

Madame:  Nothing can happen to her as long as she’s here and Blake is right next to her.

Willy *sighs, sits back down*  I know, I just worry.

Madame *smiles*  She's fine, we told her she would be, and we still swear it.  Right?  *looks at Willy's doubtful face, arches brow at him*  Willy Wonka …

Willy:  What?

Madame:  Do you plan on breaking a promise to your sister?

Willy *shakes head*  Absolutely not.

Madame:  So I AM right.

Willy *smiles nods, picks up the paper again, puts his reading glasses back on, still sort of disturbed by the shiver of fear he felt*

At Bournemouth House:

Sergeant Godley *arrives at Bournemouth House, knocks on the door, then finds it is open, goes straight in and sees Abberline in the living-room*  How good that I found you.

Abberline *still looking out the window*  Where's Raven?

Godley:  I left him with Manouche, she …

Abberline *interrupts him*  Don't mention her name, Godley, Kat is still here ...  She seems to think that Manouche did something horrible to her.  *looks at Godley*  Don't mention Daphne, either.

Godley:  Hm …  Believe me, I won't mention her.  But is it wise to have Kat here?

Abberline:  No.  But the hospital refuses to take her back, and I can't leave her alone at her house with Loralee still not caught.  I don't know what to do with her.

Godley:  Has she threatened you?

Abberline:  Er … yes, she has.  Maybe I'll just lock her in the bedroom.  Or … *looks at Godley*  You could take her to her own house and keep an eye on her..

Kat:  YOU BE SAYIN' TRUST YE.  NOW 'ERE YE ARE, TELLIN' LIES ON ME TE THIS 'UN.

Abberline:  And what kind of lies would that be, love?  I wish I could trust you, but I can't.  Wouldn't you like to get to your own home?  You know you can't stay here for long.

Kat:  Ye be tellin' 'em, luv, I were threatenin' ye.  Now ye know what we been doin' be more in the line of entertainment, luv, not threatnin'.  Fine, if ye want me gone, so be it.  I'll go.  At least now I know where Manouche lives.  Shoulda known better than te be listenin' te you.

Abberline:  You are not going anywhere.  You will stay right here until you get your memory back or I find someone to look after you.  I won't let you harm Manouche.

Godley:  But she isn't at home, she's at …

Abberline:  Godley!  *rises up and goes to Kat, takes her by her arm*  I think I should lock you up.

Kat:  Now that be more like it, luv.  *Moves in close, puts her arms around him*  We can pick up where we left off.

Abberline:  No.  We won't.  *presses her against him*

Kat:  Get rid of the baby sitter, luv.  *entwines her hands in his hair.*

Abberline:  Kat, stop that ...  *pushes her away from the living-room, lifts her up and takes her to the kitchen*

Kat:  Kitchen?  Yeah, let the cookin' begin  :)

Godley *sneaks quickly out of the house*  I guess I have to try to do the talking later ... *wipes his forehead with a handkerchief, shakes his head and leaves for the Office*

Abberline *lets her down on the kitchen table*  We shouldn't ...

Kat:  Why should we not, luv?  We be not children fumblin' in the back seat o' cars, mate.  So who does it 'urt?  *Rips his shirt open*  It were my turn, pet.

Abberline:  No, I don't want to.  *kisses her hard on the mouth and neck*  Because ... because ... never mind ...

Kat:  Then at least tell me what it is that'll please ye, sweet.  I be more than willin' te oblige ye.  *Stroking his bare chest, brushing her lips against him, reaches for a strategic location*  I promise if ye stop talkin' so reluctant, then I be more than 'appy to oblige ye in many other ways.  Savvy?

Abberline *draws a deep breath, but doesn't manage to say anything for a long while*  I'll show you what pleases me …

In Spain:

Colonel *walks out of the office, out of the museum, breathes in the fresh air*  I'm starved …

Hanson: I'm sorry, c'mon, let’s get something to eat.  *They tell the driver to take them to Santiago de Compostela, and they walk to Toñi Vicente, a local restaurant. They share a salad, a few pieces of bread, a soda and head off towards where Vincente should be.  They walk until they come to a field, see whom they believe to be Vincente and Angelico, Vincente with a gun aimed at Angelico*

Colonel *takes a gun from Hanson's holster, sneaks up behind Vincente, putting the gun to his neck* Drop your weapon..   *Hanson flashes his badge, Vincente drops his gun.  Hanson walks over putting both of Vincente's hands behind his back and cuffing him, picks up his gun.  Colonel keeps a gun on him, sees Angelico on his knees, and blindfolded, takes off the blindfold, helps him up*

Angelico *dusts himself off, shakes her hand* Thank you, miss.  *Colonel smiles*

Hanson *finds that the police station is down the street* I'll be right back. *goes to turn him in*

Colonel: You are very welcome, sir, but I am in need of a favor.

Angelico: Go ahead.

Colonel: I was sent here, with orders to retrieve two paintings. *she wrote the names down earlier and put the paper in her pocket, hands it to him*

Angelico *looks at the paper, nods* I've been holding on to them.

Colonel: We could have taken copies, because the people who sent us wouldn't know the difference, but Gallego...he would have told Vincente to shoot you.

Angelico: Well, I'll tell you what, to me they are priceless originals. But if you pay, the payment will go to charity.

Colonel: I don't have the money with me, I was told to retrieve the paintings, but I promise you, you will get the money. *she leads him to a bistro, tries to ignore how everything around her smells awful, finds a napkin, writes down Portsmith's information, hands it to Angelico* Contact her for payment. If she doesn't give it to you then contact, *gets another napkin, writes down Corso's information* Dean Corso for the payment. Either way, you'll get what you deserve.

Angelico *nods in agreement* I must say I wasn't going to give them up. I wanted to put up a fight, and as you can see it didn't turn out as I thought it would with Vincente.

Colonel: Ah, I see, fighting over a few paintings.

Angelico: That's all he ever picks fights about.  *Hanson returns, Vincente is locked behind bars.*

Angelico: Well I will take these addresses and send the paintings to the new owners.

Colonel: Thank you.

Angelico *smiles, walks away, gets the paintings ready for being shipped*

Colonel:  Can we head back to the hotel?

Hanson *hugs her* We sure can.  *They head back to their hotel room.  Colonel walks over to the bed, gets out her journal. She made note the day they arrived, June 13th, passed their 2nd anniversary, now it is passed their 3rd.*

Hanson *flops on the bed, bringing her down with him*  Time to celebrate?

Colonel: If you think we should.

Hanson: Well we have a lot to make up for.

Colonel: How so?

Hanson: I didn't forget. *smiles* When we arrived, it was a little after our 2nd anniversary, I was going to take some time while we were here to celebrate a late 2nd. We kept busy and it is now passed our 3rd, so I want to make up for those two anniversaries. *puts her head in his hands, kisses her passionately*

Colonel *feels dizzy* I...I think we should head home...

Hanson: Aw, getting home sick?

Colonel *mumbles* A little more than that...*speaks louder* Yea, I am.

Hanson *smiles* Hmm? Oh, ok.

Colonel: I think I'm going to take a shower.

Hanson: Kay, I'll be out here if you need me. *smiles, flips through a magazine he picked up while walking back from arresting Vincente. It may be in Spanish, but it has great pictures of vintage Mustangs*

Colonel *takes in a change of clothes to the bathroom, gets in the shower thinks to herself, Ok, I'm late ...  *showers, gets out, looks at herself in the mirror, hand to stomach, sighs, puts on her undergarments, then her pants are a bit snug, but not too much. Thinks, Don't worry about it, we'll make sure of things when we get home. It's too soon yet, maybe you just ate a little too much.* 

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Manouche *very late at night, after everyone has fallen asleep; holds a note, speaks to Raven, who's standing before her*  Right, lil’ mate, jus’ do as we planned, it’ll be fine.  But if ye see any trouble at all, or feel it … don’t wait.  Take off immediately, an' come back ‘ere.  There’s time, we can try this again later if we don't succeed tonight.  *Raven nods, she kisses him, stands back and watches as he shifts into white raven.  She opens window, Raven perches on sill; she gives him note, he clasps it, flaps his wings and flies away.  She watches him, breathes a quick prayer*

Raven *flies to The Lancet, which is still docked in Deppville Harbor, along with The Apparition, The Viper, The Brave, and a few other ships.  All is quiet, due to the lateness of the hour.  He flies onto The Lancet, swoops into a stairwell leading down below, locates the lockup.  Flutters through, finds the cell occupant he’s looking for.  Lights on the floor in front of the cell where Dimitri lies sleeping on the bunk.  He’s small enough to be able to easily step through the bars, into the cell.  He shifts back to Raven, gently nudges Dimitri, who stirs slightly, mumbles and turns away.  He nudges him harder, and this time Dimitri opens his eyes; he starts to cry out at the sight of the young boy before him; Raven quickly puts a hand to his mouth, motions for silence*

Dimitri *looks at him, eyes wide, then he remembers him, whispers*  Wh-White!  I thought you were gone with the rest of the crew.

Raven *hands him the note, whispering*  I have a message for you … an’ I can get you out.  *grins*  Manouche taught me.  *he takes a long pin from his shirt, reaches around the bars, jiggles it into the lock; after a few minutes, the lock snaps open.  He turns to Dimitri, still keeping his voice very quiet*  Hurry, they’re all asleep, there’s no one to stop you.  The note’ll explain everything.  I … I have to go.  *nods at him, steps through the open door of the cell.  Shifts back into white raven shape, flaps wings, fllies back up the stairwell, leaves the harbor.  Heads back to factory, and Manouche sighs with great relief as he swoops into the open window and shifts back.  She closes and locks the window behind him, turns to him and hugs him tightly*

Dimitri *stares for a few minutes where Raven had been standing before he changed shape; then he steps out of the cell, cautiously makes his way up the stairs, leaves the ship with no confrontation.  Ducks into a corridor near Chez Roux, opens the note, reads:*

Dimitri,

Kat needs your help.  According to Ama, you’re one she remembers … she has lost her memory, and I believe you can help bring her back.  Do whatever you feel comfortable doing, don’t take unnecessary chances, and don’t let Carver catch you again.  You can probably find Kat either at her house, aboard The Apparition, or Bournemouth House.  Best of luck, mate, we hope you can help,

Manouche

Dimitri *reads the note a couple of times, thinks for a moment, then decides to begin his search at Sparrow Lane … *

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *wakes up much later on the carpet in the living-room.  Kat is asleep in the sofa.  He rises up with an effort, looks at her, then lifts her up very carefully, carries her to the bedroom.  He seals the window and after taking a new shirt from the closet, closes the door and locks it, descends the stairs back to the living-room and pours himself a big brandy.  He sits down on the sofa and starts to think what to do with a problem called Kat ... *

*Sometime later, a series of blood chilling screams erupt from upstairs.  A much frightened Kat flings herself from the bed and is cringing in the corner.  Hands covering her face, shaking in fear, sobbing*

Abberline *wakes up from his thoughts, runs up the stairs cursing her, not opening the locked door shouts to her*  Kat, what is it now?  The same trick once again?  It won't work on me anymore.  The window is shut.

Kat *Still frightened, sees her boot close to her.  Grabs it, removing the knife from the hidden sheath.* Abby, please I'm afraid 'es 'ere.  I feel 'im. I saw it all again that night.*Looks at knife*  Abby, I can't be alone.  I can't bear it.  I'd rather die.  *Turns blade of knife toward her heart.*  Then it be o'er at last.

Abberline *sighs*  There's no one but yourself there.  *her voice sounds so frightened that he opens the door and goes in, sees her with the blade*  Oh no …   *Crouches down, takes her gently by the hand and forces the knife from her*  I am here with you.  There's nothing to be afraid of.

Kat *Shivers*  Ye were in Fiji.  Ye must of seen the remains of Nate's victims.  Regretfully, I survived.  Now tell me there be naught te fear.  Ye don't want me 'ere, and I know none else and that 'orror keeps returnin te me to live o'er and o'er again.  I can't do it no more.

Abberline *takes her in his arms and lifts her to the bed, sits by the bedside, frowns and tries to find something to say, remembers how he tried to end his own life in this same room, wishes Manouche were there to talk to Kat, she would know the right words.*  I don't know what to do with you, but there isn't anything to fear now.  All that happened in Fiji, it's all gone for a long time ago.

Kat *Touches his arm.*  A long time for you, not me.  For me, it's now and that beautiful boy, your son … *Pauses* … my son.  Nate's 'ere now and 'e'll kill 'im and me.  I can't save 'im.  I'm alone, I 'ave no one.  *Gazes at Abby*  No one but you.  Promise that somehow we can save our son.  Swear ye won't leave me.  Please.

Abberline *with a heavy sigh*  I promise.  I promise I'll protect both of you.  I won't leave you, you can stay at my house as long as you need to.  And you promise me you won't be doing anything stupid.  *strokes her hair*  It's just that so much has happened that you have no recollection of.

Kat *Touches his face gently*  I'll do anything you say, I swear.  All that matters to me now is our son.  *Places her arms around him* and you.  I don't care 'bout anything else.

Abberline:  But …  *even more at a loss of words, not wanting to upset her now that she's calmed down, dazed by her words fearing it's some kind of trick once more*  You won't be running anywhere?

Kat:  I find I 'ave no desire to run.  You're 'ere.  That be all that matters.  *Leans nearer, kissing him passionately.*

Abberline *stunned*  Kat …  *embraces her, then pushes her gently off*  I – I think you need to rest now, you are tired and confused.

Kat:*Grabs his hand firmly, pulls him back.*  No don't go, please.  Stay with me.  Hold me.  *Pleadingly*  I need you now.

Abberline *never seen her like this, not even on Fiji, puts his arms around her, she rests her head on his chest*  But this is ... this is so horribly wrong towards you, you don't remember that you and I ... *swallows his words when Kat looks up at him*  I don't know what to do with you.  Are you sure that you want me to stay here?  You should try to sleep.  In peace.  I can use the other bedroom ...

Kat:  I want ye to stay.  I need you close.  There's no peace for me if you go.  I feel safe only in your arms.

Abberline:  I'll stay.  *sighs again, feeling trapped by her sudden vulnerability*  I'll stay.  I just want you to know – we'll leave the talking till morning.  I want you to sleep now.  *He unbuttons gently her shirt … some moments later, they are lying in the bed under the covers, she cuddled tightly against him, he holding her until she finally closes her eyes and drifts into a sleep.  He tries to move away and rise, but she reaches out for him, he surrenders, and after some hours falls asleep – and begins to dream, and talk in his sleep once again ...*

*He's lying on his bed, feeling ill and weak, with a high fever, and Manouche is sitting by the bedside, talking in a gentle voice, but he can't hear the words she' saying.  She leans in on him and brushes his hair off his face and feels his forehead with cool fingers, and her light, soothing touch makes him shudder ...  He takes her hand, and she strokes it, he pulls her nearer to him, and she leans down and brushes his forehead with her lips.  He looks her in the eyes and says, Manouche, I love you ...  And she smiles and answers him, I know ... and moves to kiss him on the lips ... *

Kat *Wakes, Abby is restless and mutters something she doesn't quite catch in his sleep.  She touches his face, leans in and kisses his lips*

Abberline *moans, he feels the touch of Manouche's lips on his, pulls her closer to him in his dream that seems now uncannily real, as if she really were there, and he says to her, louder*  I wish ... that you could love ... me as I love you ...  *then the dream dissolves and he drifts into a peaceful darkness and stops tossing* 

Kat *With his arms around her, sighs contently, whispers*  But I do.  *Once more falls into a blissful sleep.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Manouche *weeping, heartbroken, holding a letter.  Abberline approaches her, concerned, she looks up at him, holds out the piece of paper*  H-he’s left me … me Mr. Blake … says he’s ‘ad enough … he can’t take it anymore, all th’ danger ... he ... h-he says I'm … th-that I’m b-born under a bad sign … *breaks down, unable to speak*

Abberline *takes her in his arms, looks deeply into her eyes*

Manouche *feels suddenly confused, breaks into small talk*  D-did y’know, I’m about t’ help madame bring her twins into the world?  Blimey, nothin’ much better’n that, mate.  An’ … well, I’m also considerin’ offerin’ me services to th’ good Colonel an’ Hanson, if they’ll ‘ave me.  *nods, smiling weakly, blushing at the intense look in his eyes as he continues to stare at her, holding her close.*  Oh, aye, she’s expectin’, as well!  Ain’t it grand?  I’m so happy fer ‘em both …

Abberline *cuts off her words, crushes her tightly against his chest, kisses her mouth passionately*  Manouche, I love you …

Manouche *catching her breath from the kiss, gazes into his dark eyes*  I … Oh, Fred, I ‘ave so much love fer ye … I always ‘ave.  I never wanted t’ keep Raven from ye, an’ when I tried to help ye, it weren’t only because yer Raven’s dad.  I genuinely care fer Fred Abberline.  I hope ye can believe that.  An’ I honestly ‘ave forgiven ye.  I’ve always felt yer a fine bloke.  But … it’s too soon … I can’t think about … I’m still in love with me Mr. Blake …

Abberline *kisses her neck, slowly unbuttons her shirt, murmurs softly, his lips brushing against her face*  I wish that you could love … me as I love you …

Manouche *shoots up in bed, sweating, breathing hard, realizes she’s had a dream, and she’s in her suite at the Wonkas’ factory*  B-bloody ‘ell.  *Looks over at Blake, sleeping heavily next to her.  Runs hand through her hair, lies back down, curls up next to him.  He turns in his sleep, wraps his arms around her, pulls her close, still half-asleep, kisses her deeply, whispers*  Deux coeurs, une âme, notre monde.

Manouche *swallows, responds softly*  Deux coeurs, une âme, notre monde.  *he murmurs something unintelligible, strokes her hair*  M-Mr. Blake ... love ...

Blake *yawns*  Honey ?

Manouche *hesitates*  I, ah ... I think ... I think Colonel an’ Hanson are expectin’ ...

Blake *smiles sleepily*  If you think so, then it’s probably true.  *kisses her cheek, drops off to sleep again*

Manouche *holds him close, lies awake for awhile, thinking ... *

At Bournemouth House:

Kat *Hours later, she wakes early, whispers to Abby*  Good mornin' luv.  *Smiles*  Wake up, luv.  I gotta idea.

Abberline *wakes up slowly, with a bad headache and hands trembling, feeling ill*  An idea?  What might that be?

Kat *Suddenly concerned*  Abby, what's wrong? Are ye ill?  Do ye need a doctor?  Should I call someone?  Tell me what to do.  *Touches his face*

Abberline:  No, no doctors!  *feeling his heart beginning to race unevenly*  I just need ... Kat please, can you look, see if you find any laudanum in the bathroom, or in the drawer ...

Kat *Pulls drawer out spilling the contents, nothing.  She then trashes the bathroom with no luck.  Rushes back to Abby.*  Abby, there's nothin'.  *Looks at him sorrowfully*  I know what's wrong with ye.  I know the symptoms.  Tell me luv, where to find yer supplier, I'll fetch what ye need.  I can't bear to see ye like this.

Abberline:  Would you?  But it might be dangerous for you to go out.  If you don't remember this whole town, how could you find the place?  No, I can't let you go alone.  *winces as he tries to get up, falls back*  Though it isn't far ...  You could get the stuff anywhere at From Hell Court.

Kat *Frantic*  Stay down.  From Hell Court, I recall seeing a sign with that on it earlier.  I'll find it.  Just stay here.  *Turns to go, looking back at him worriedly*

Abberline *softly*  Thanks.  Kat ... take care ... Be back soon.

Kat * Not having gotten very far, she finds her way barred by a familiar wolf.  The wolf shifts to man.*  Gili?  What are ye doin' 'ere?  Ne'er mind, I need yer 'elp.

Gili:  I have reason to be here.  But as always, the reason is you.  I was told you were under the protection of Abberline.

Kat:  There's no time, I need te find From Hell Court.  Abby be in awful condition.  I gotta 'urry.

Gili *Sighs*  Get yourself back inside.  I'm well aware of his affliction.  I'll return soon with what he requires.  Someday, he must face that dragon and defeat it.  His future holds more than he knows.

Kat *Returns to house, goes to Abby, kneels beside him.*  It's alright, luv.  What you need will be here soon.  My brother will bring it.  Try to relax, luv.

Abberline *takes her by the hand*  Your brother?  Oh good.  I shouldn't have sent you anywhere.  *shuts his eyes*  From Hell Court is not a safe place ...  *turns to look at her*  And what was the idea you had?  Did I spoil everything?

Kat:  No luv, ye spoiled naught.  Rest, pet.  It'll keep.

*A short time later Gili returns with a package, which he gives over to Abby reluctantly.  *You must see to her safety. The one to come must be protected.  I go now in search of a Shamen.

Kat:  Gili??  Yer talkin' in riddles.  Ye make no sense, but then ye ne'er really did.  *Watches him go.  Turns to Abby*  Are ye sound, luv?

Abberline *confused*  The one to come?  What did he mean with that?  *thinks to himself, not wanting to ask it aloud*  And why won't he protect Kat?  Why me ...

Kat:  Don't worry yer mind o'er it.  'e talks like that sometimes.  Takes after our Mother, 'e does.  Pure mystery, that.  Are ye feelin' any better, luv?

Abberline:  I will be all right soon.  Don't worry about me.  *looks at her, still puzzled over the change in her, shuts his eyes*  I just need some rest for a while.  Don't go anywhere .... Don't let anyone in.

Kat:  Rest, luv.  I'll allow none to bother ye.  I do 'ope Gili finds a Shamen in time.  But I wonder who's babe needs one so powerful.  Must be a very special one.  *Sighs, stares out window*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Madame *walks around in the Chocolate room, disobeying the "maternity leave" rule by secretly checking stock with three other oompas*  Okay so it looks like all the plants have been picked, we seem to be good for another..... *suddenly feels a pain in her stomach, drops her clipboard*  Oh god..... *kneels down on the ground holding her stomach, the pain gets a little worse, it brings tears to her eyes, she looks up at one of the oompas*  Call for help .... NOW ....

Oompa: *drops everything he carries, pulls out his walkie talkie, buzzes in, but remains relaxed*  We need Master and Mr. and Mrs. Blake immediately in the chocolate room.  IT’S TIME.  *buzzes out, the three go over to Madame and help her sit on the ground*

Manouche *appears in the doorway of the chocolate room, sees Madame, rushes to her side*  I’m ‘ere, love … I jus’ … ‘ad a feelin’, savvy?  *looks at her carefully, and despite the fact that she knows Madame’s in pain, she breaks into a smile*  Aye, it’s time, innit?  No worries, my dearest sister, yer gonna be sound, I won’t let nothin’ ‘appen to ye.  *kisses her forehead*

Blake *with Raven by his side, stands in doorway, having been close behind Manouche*  Umm … honey, what can I do?  Do you need me?  Or I could take Raven back to the suite, we can wait to hear from you …

Manouche *thinks a moment*  Go fetch Willy, love, an’ make sure someone gets th’ doctor over ‘ere right away.  Then per’aps ye an’ Raven should wait in our suite fer th’ time bein’.  I can always send fer ye if need be.  But at this point, I reckon th’ less people around, th’ less stressful it’ll be fer Madame.  So let’s keep it at jus’ Willy, meself, th’ doctor, an’ our beautiful mum.  *hugs Madame; looks at Blake again*  Tell Willy to try not to panic …  *grins*  ‘Course, ye’ll be wastin’ yer breath.  May as well tell ‘im to start likin’ chewin’ gum!  *Blake grins; he and Raven run from the room*

Manouche *strokes the hair from Madame’s face, speaks to her in a very soft, soothing voice*  Now, breathe, sweet one, an’ try an’ tell me what yer feelin’ …

Willy *comes running down the same hall Blake is walking down to get him, almost runs into him*  Blake!  She's ready?!

Blake *smiles*  Now, Willy, nothin’ to get too excited about, it’s still gonna be awhile.  Manouche is with her, they’re fine.  But you should go call the doctor, we need to get her here right away … *voice trails off as he watches Willy run to contact the doctor*

Raven *looks up at him*  Is everything gonna be okay?

Blake *ruffles his hair*  Sure, son.  Madame’s healthy, it’s the most natural thing in the world.  And Manouche knows what she’s doing.  C’mon, let’s go back to the suite.