Part 46

At Deppville Harbor:

Corso *appears to the port somewhat later with a black eye and shattered glasses, looks for Carver's ship, boards it and finds Carver* I have decided to lift the curse of the Man-Eating Dolphins. There are worse things than an old curse, believe me. I feel the call of the sea ... this boat … er, ship, it's freedom, and I've been enough on land. When you came to see me, I heard the call of the wild. Once a pirate, always a pirate. *grins somewhat painfully* … and I do not come alone. *Empties a pouch of old gold dubloons on the cabin table* What say you?

Carver *eyes light up at the coins; picks one up, examines it, bites it, nods approvingly.* The, ahh, shall we say, tangible evidence o’ yer sincere interest weighs far in yer favor. *flips coin, catches it, puts it in his pocket. Leans toward Corso, looks him over, grins* Well, well, the pompous wench rammed ye amidships, didn’t she? *laughs, slaps Corso on the back, nearly knocking him over* I wouldn’t be completely honest if I didn’t confess to ‘avin’ me doubts about ye, laddie. I know yer brother recommended ye with glowin’ accolades, as it were … but ye look somewhat less than seaworthy, savvy? Jus’ how long ‘as it been since ye went t’ sea, anyway?

Corso: Let's just say I developed a sudden fancy for piracy. Don't worry, I have never given up the sea entirely, now and then I have been sailing on a ship *but he doesn't tell it's the 12th Commandment he's been steering*. Come one, let's start the engines...er... hoist the sails, that is. I'll show you how good a pirate I am *thinks, and when I come back, 'brother', I am going to keelhaul you*

Carver: Well … seein’ as how I’m a bit short’anded at th’ moment, I reckon I’ll take me chances. *suddenly grabs Corso by the collar, pulls him close, sneers* Don’t make me regret me decision, savvy? I’m not a pleasant man when I’m crossed. *shakes him slightly, releases him, then smiles a little too pleasantly. Waves a hand, an incredibly thudworthy crew member approaches* This be Jovi Dominic, me first mate. He’ll show ye th’ ropes, as it were. Right, I’ll leave ye to it. *turns, starts yelling orders to the rest of the crew*

Corso *after Carver* Ropes? What are we going to with ropes on a ship? *but fortunately Carver doesn't hear; to Jovi Dominic, who looks suspiciously like the guy who sold the 12th Commandment to Commander Portsmith* Mate, show me the ropes. Er.. aye? ..arrr?..

Jovi *frowns at him* "arrr?" *shakes head* Another bloody landlubber. Right, come on, I'll show ye what to do. Take y' to yer quarters, as well. *beckons for Corso to follow him to another part of the deck*

Corso: Just have a bad cough, mate, that's all. *follows him meekly, quietly behind his back* Who you be calling a landlubber ...

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Early morning, one of Willy's many cars pulls up in front of the factory. Cameron Sinclair steps out, smiles at the factory, then opens the door in the back, Willy steps out and places his hat onto his head, he also smiles, then turns, reaches in, and pulls out Chaseline. He moves out of the way as Cameron reaches in and pulls out William, then Madame steps out of the car carrying Jacob, who is wrapped up more than either his brother or sister. All three bring the babies inside*

Cameron *walks in, shutting door behind him after Madame and Willy are safely inside* Welcome home, boys .... *turns, looks at Willy and Chaseline* .... and girls.

Madame *grinning while rocking little Jacob* I'm so happy to be home ... where's Manouche?

Willy: She decided to stay at the factory until we got back, she's probably still sleeping.

Madame: Ah yes. It is early. *looks down at Jacob, who begins to fall asleep* Which means we better get you little ones to bed. *walks to the baby room, Willy and Cameron walks close behind her, as they walk in, they notice a third crib has been set up for Jacob; accessories lie around it, clothes, toys, and a baby moniter* Looks like the oompas wanted to give gifts too. *laughs*

Willy *looks at all the stuff, grinning* Remind me to "thank" them.

Madame *nods* A bonus.

Willy *nods, then walks over, placing Chaseline in her pink crib, watches as Madame and Cameron do the same with Will and Jacob, he then picks up the box holding the baby monitors, takes them under his arm* I'll set these up today. We're gonna need one, especially for Jacob.

Madame *nods, then smiles at all the cribs* Home sweet home, my darlings.

Willy *walks over, places his hands on her shoulders* We did this ... it’s amazing.

Madame: I know ...

Cameron: Well, might I say, very excellent job, Master and Mistress! *laughs, they all walk out to leave the babies to sleep*

At an undisclosed location:

Kat *Having awakened in a strange room with no windows and a locked door. Frightened, having called repeatedly for Abby. She is alone and huddles in the middle of the bed crying. Fearing that Abby has deserted her and sent her away. She has no one. A voice speaks, True Dreamer's voice*

True Dreamer: Kat, you are not alone. You must be brave. You must be brave for the child you now carry. The child is empathic and is being affected by your fears and pain. As well as the separation from her father who she has already begun to bond with. Be strong, help will come. I cannot remain longer.

Kat: No, please stay. *But there is no response.*

At Bournemouth House:

Shining Star *to Abberline* The nature of the damage is as yet unclear to me. At this early stage it would take little to cause it. The child is empathic and is easily affected and is too immature in its development to be able to control her instinctive reaction to reach out to heal. From your reaction, it would seem this child is unwanted; that alone could be the catalyst. I must find her to identify the danger and protect her.

Abberline: Kat left me. I don't know where she is. And yes, it's true, I – I don't want any ... *stops abruptly* What did you say? She? A daughter? Is it a girl? How do you know this all?

Shi: She calls to me. It's a shamaness gift, to see, and such healers are always female. It is the way. Healers are rare … it will be a great sorrow to lose her due to a fathers lack of love.

Abberline *dazed, staring at her* A daughter? But it still would be my child, and you don't know what that means ... I can't believe it ... I can't ... Give me some time. I can't help you.

Shi: It is not I that needs you. It is your daughter and time is short. Though if there is doubt in your heart towards her, then there is no hope. I grieve for the babe and I pity you.

Abberline: I don't know how. I don't know what to think. *brushes past her out on the yard* You can't thrust this at me and expect that I ... I could accept it right away. I have to think about this. Alone. *not looking after him, he walks away from her*

Abberline * before he turns round the corner, looks behind his shoulder and sees the weird woman looking after him. First, he decides to look after Kat, but remembers the words of Kidd; she would not let him anywhere near Kat. Next, while thinking about Kat, recalls the bill of Mrs. Abberline, but he doesn't want to deal with it now. He remembers all her false words of love and brushes them out of his mind. He walks past his favourite den, hesitates only for a while, slows down but continues resolutely past all the temptations of From Hell Court, until he arrives at Chez Roux, sits down at a booth, orders a small brandy bottle, lights a cigarette, but somehow he is too restless to sit there. He gets up and puts the bottle in his pocket, stops at the doors, unsure what to do. Keep walking. Stop thinking. He goes to the park.*

At the Security office:

Manouche *walking with brisk determination, enters building, goes to Portsmith’s office, approaches the delicious secretary’s desk, frowning* Right, luv, where is she?

Secretary: I beg your pardon?

Manouche: Commander Portsmith. I desire an audience with ‘er lordyship right away, if ye’d be so kind. I been to her home, an’ I been all over town, an’ I ‘aven’t seen hide nor hair o’ her. So let’s get on with it, if ye please … it’s very important. I’d settle fer speakin’ with Mr. Corso instead, if need be. I ‘ave a few words fer ‘im, as well, but he weren’t at that bloody fortress o’ theirs, either.

Secretary: I’m afraid she isn’t here. *picks up datebook* I couldn’t tell you Mr. Corso’s schedule. But the Commander has taken a couple of days off, something about a shopping excursion in … *quickly looks up* Well, never mind where. That’s private information.

Manouche *eyes narrow, she grabs Secretary by the front of his already-ripped T-shirt, yanks him out of his chair, face to face, speaks in hushed, grim voice* I suggest ye consider makin’ it public information, mate. Th’ Commander’s got some explainin’ to do. She an’ her lil’ playmate Corso are behind a certain plot against several citizens. I know it were th’ pair of ‘em behind it, an’ nothin’ll convince me otherwise. *thinks of Abberline* I’ve come t’ tell her she an’ Corso won’t get away with such callous messin’ about with th’ feelin’s an’ hearts o’ me friends, savvy?

Secretary *looks at her, startled, confussled* Noo, I don’t savvy. I have no idea what you’re talking about. *pushes her away indignantly, brushes off front of shirt* I suggest you make an appointment, I’ll make sure that she sees you at her earliest opportunity. *sits back down at desk, picks up datebook again* … depending upon … *looks at her over the top of the book, contemptuous of her pirate clothes* … that is, depending upon previous, more urgent engagements, of course.

Manouche *scowls* Ahhh, bollocks. Never mind. *studies him regretfully* Blimey, such a cold heart in such a lovely package. Ye been workin’ too long fer her, mate … get out o’ her employ while ye still ‘ave some humanity in ye, all right? *sighs, turns, leaves the Security building. She starts walking aimlessly, taking an indirect route back to the factory, her thoughts alternating between joy over the birth of the Wonka triplets, anticipation of Kat’s new baby, concerns about its welfare … and her fury over the terrible trick Portsmith and Corso played with their cruel little notes. Finds herself approaching the park, looks with distaste at Portsmith’s statue; grins as a pigeon lights on it and leaves a little something. Glances around the park, starts to cool off a little …. then to her surprise, she sees Abberline sitting on a bench. She approaches him, a little slowly, but smiles gently at him, hopeful that he’ll be open to speaking with her* H-hello, Inspector … I -- I'll clear off if ye'd rather be alone ...

Abberline *Looks up, but his gaze is nothing like it was last time he looked at her, he looks at her more worried, almost as if he were frightened about something* Sit down if you please. *resumes smoking, looking at the ground with a remote expression* So how is the perfect man?

Manouche: Perfect man … y’mean, Mr. Blake? *smiles slightly, tries to make a joke* Blimey, Inspector, nobody’s perfect … he an’ I both ‘ave things about each other that get on one another’s nerves every now an’ then. But if yer askin’ after ‘im, he’s fine. *pauses, gazes around the park, reaches in pocket, pulls out cigarettes, lights one* I, ahh ... ‘ad quite a day yesterday, with th’ Wonkas. *starts to beam at the mere thought of it, turns to him* Ye should’ve seen it, mate! TRIPLETS! An’ I were th’ first person to see ‘em, brought 'em into th' world. It were th’ most excitin’ birth I’ve ever assisted with. *remembers about Kat* Speakin’ o’ which … I 'ave it on good authority that Kat’s expectin’ again … *glances at him carefully, trying to gauge his reaction, his feeling about it*

Abberline *glances quickly at her when she mentions Kat expecting, then resumes staring down, his eyes hidden by the long lashes* Actually, I am not asking after him. Just happy for you, having that ideal husband of yours. *tries a smile but fails, says without enthusiasm* Oh, I heard about the triplets. Poor Willy ... *still avoids looking at her, lights a cigarette* Do you happen to know an Indian woman called Shining Star, or something weird like that?

Manouche: Shinin’ Star … no, can’t say I’ve ‘ad th’ pleasure. I wonder if she’s related to True Dreamer? Did ye meet ‘er, is she someone Kat knows? *looks around* Where is Kat, I figured she’d be with ye. I think she’ll be leavin’ me alone now, after talkin’ to ‘er mum. I’ll feel much better when an’ if she actually remembers me, though. Once she does, if she can trust me, I’d love t’ assist with her baby’s birth. *pauses, finishes cigarette * I … I appreciate ye protectin’ me from ‘er, mate. I know that prob’ly weren’t easy at times … then again, per’aps it weren’t all bad, ay? Seein’ as how a baby’s resulted from yer time together. *smile fades as he continues to look down; she watches him, concerned* Anyway, it were kind o’ ye to assist, an’ I won’t ferget. An’ fer what it’s worth, I tried t’ see th’ Commander an’ Corso about all this, not but ten minutes ago. Unfortunately, neither of ‘em is anywhere t’ be found. I know Corso’s forgery work were behind it, an’ I intend t’ hold ‘em both accountable, if it’s th’ last thing I do. Bloody unspeakable, that’s what it was. *feels anger rising again, lights another cigarette; calms down. Glances at him again, he remains silent. She's not sure she should continue, but she decides to take a chance* Inspector … apologies fer askin’, an’ we won’t discuss it if ye don’t wish to … but … how do ye feel about th’ baby on th’ way? Can y’ be happy about it? I … I hear it’s a … a healer. *she can’t help but glow at the thought* That’s glorious, mate … very lucky, it is. Blimey, I wish ….. well … you an’ Kat are graced with good fortune by this happenstance, as anyone from th’ world o’ dreamers can tell ye. It may not feel that way to ye at this moment, but it’s true.

Abberline: Forget it. In the end, I was not able to protect you. Kat's left me. I'll never understand her. And since you insist talking about that baby, where's the good fortune in that? She lied to me, she just used me ... And how can you or anyone else be so sure that I am the father? *looks finally at her deeply in the eyes* And now you are going to get mad at me once again and tell me I'm selfish, pathetic, miserable and irresponsible. I am all that. And I am a damn fool for wanting to believe that fake message. Isn't it pitiable. *throws his cigarette away and turns to her* You would never write anything like that to me.

Manouche *takes in a breath at his intense gaze. She finds herself wanting to push his hair back from his eyes, as she does with Raven, but she stops herself. She holds his eyes with hers, steadies her voice, speaks softly* I don’t insist on talkin’ about anything ye don’t wish to talk about. I … well, I felt you’re th’ father. Apologies if I’m wrong on yer involvement. It were th’ feelin’ I had, an’ those feelin’s are seldom wrong, but they ain’t foolproof, either. An’ I felt congratulations were in order, it bein’ a special child. I’m not goin’ t’ get mad at ye. I won’t be callin’ ye names, whether you or anyone else thinks ye deserve ‘em or not. An’ I’m sorrier than words can express fer th’ hurt ye had to feel from that message. It ain’t pitiable at all. It shows what I’ve felt all along, that … that you ain’t all cynicism inside. Someone took terrible advantage o’ yer feelin’s, an’ he will be held accountable, I swear. *she stops for a moment, just looking at him silently, still gazing back into his eyes as deeply as he. She clears her throat, continues, her voice softer than ever* Truth is … some o’ what were in that note weren’t far from wrong. I … I love Mr. Blake … we ‘ave a fine marriage … but I ‘ave to admit, ye’ve come to occupy a lil’ part o’ me heart, as it were. Reckon I'm a bit ... confused. I … I ‘ad a dream … *her voice trails off, she looks down at her hands, a tear falls* I didn’t think I should tell ye about any o’ this, I didn’t plan to. But this dream, it were so real … *she sniffs, then she shakes her head, her voice expressing disgust with herself* Bloody ‘ell, I’ve prob’ly jus’ made ye feel worse. I should’ve left ye alone ‘ere with yer thoughts. Yer hurtin’ because o’ me, I’m th’ last person y’ need around right now. Bloody Manouche, meddlin’ again where she shouldn’t. It’s jus’ that … I care so much, an’ … I miss ye, an’ our chats, an’ ……. *looks back up at him, blinks away tears. Stands up suddenly, leans down, hugs him quickly, murmurs in his ear* I’m so sorry, I’ll go now. *straightens up, turns, eyes lowered, starts to walk away quickly*

Abberline *starts at her touch, then he gets up and goes after her* No, please Manouche, once again you must help me. I have been missing you, I - I don't think I can cope alone with this ... *she stops, he hesitates* Your words ... you don't know how much they mean to me. I don't want to spoil your marriage, I don't want to harm you, and now I managed to make you cry again. I'm sorry. You are the only one who can help me. I am afraid, I am frightened ... I feel totally lost with Kat expecting .... having my child ... You can't understand how it feels, it's like going back ten years. How can I look at her without it bringing back all bad memories ... She, the Indian woman, she said that if I don't love it, the child is lost, but how can I ... Even though I wanted ... She said it is going to be a girl. *for the first time he smiles, and looks at Manouche* I never could imagine that I would have a daughter. A little girl ... Am I not a fool, frightened about a little girl ... *looks at her with his deep eyes, imploringly, but keeps a distance* Will you help me?

Manouche *gazes at him, taking in all he’s said, wipes her eyes* Y-ye sound like me ol’ mate again. *smiles slowly* I’m glad y’ don’t mind that I told ye how I been feelin’. *she takes a step toward him, being of a demonstrative nature, would like to hug him; then stops herself, not wishing to make him uncomfortable* ‘Course I’ll help, if I can. I … I don’t know what I can do, but … I’ll try. I … I reckon it may be helpful to ‘ave a dreamer’s viewpoint. A lil’ girl, eh? What a lil’ beauty she’ll be … L-let’s see, th’ child … a healer … this Shinin’ Star, she said th’ child is lost if ye don’t love it? *thinks for a moment* Aye, that does make sense … I know somethin’ of healers, an’ … if we’re to consider a healer infant, an’ if it’s capable o’ its powers early on … *looks frightened* Ahh, of course … *looks at him quickly* W-we’d best find Kat, an’ fast. An’ whatever ye do, as much as ye possibly can … keep thinkin’ of th’ baby with that same smile on yer face. I think I understand – she has t’ feel loved, as does ‘er mum. Don’t ye see? If she’s hurtin’, she’ll try t’ heal herself, an’ she’ll be hurtin’ if she senses she’s unwanted. An’ if Kat’s feelin’ lost an’ alone, th’ baby’ll be attemptin’ to heal her, as well. It’ll be too much for ‘er … she’ll …. *looks at him fearfully* We ‘ave t’ find Kat, straight away.

Abberline: But she ties me with Kat then? *smiles sadly* I'll try to do what's right. But I can't force myself to feel anything that isn't there. For years I've been trying to feel nothing at all. *he knows he should back off* And now, when it's too late ... This all is too much for me. Why did I never think about a daughter ... I want to find Kat, but I am afraid that Kidd won't let me help her. I need you. *realizing what he said, he says in a soft voice, with the smouldering look back in his eyes* Yes. We have to find Kat, but ... tell me first of the dream, ‘cause I have been dreaming too.

Manouche: Oh … well … it were th’ strangest thing. I were upset, I thought Mr. Blake ‘ad left me. An’ you were there, an’ ye were very kind … when ye spoke, an’ it were like ye was right there in th’ room, it was so real. Ye kissed me, an’ said ye love me … an’ then ye said, “I wish y’ could love … me as I love you … ” *her voice trails off as she thinks of the dream, remembers how real it felt, his arms holding her tight, his lips on hers; blushes slightly, feels a little weak in the knees, then shakes her head to clear it* Ahhh … th’ baby. It’s true, ye can’t fool th’ healer with false feelin’s. But if ye can be as ye were jus’ now … th’ way ye smiled when y’ spoke of a lil’ girl … that should be enough. Push all th’ concerns into th’ background fer the time bein’. As fer Kat … jus’ try an’ keep a fond feelin’ alive for ‘er. Th’ pair o’ ye have had yer ups an’ downs, but ye’ve ‘ad some genuine closeness. *grins* Certainly lately, ay? Ye must ‘ave some fond feelin’s for ‘er, so focus on those, at least till the child is out o’ danger, savvy? Reckon we could start searchin' for 'er at Th' Apparition, or Sparrow Lane. *pauses, looks at him* Y-ye been dreamin’ about me, as well?

Abberline *barely listening to her* I did dream of you ... And that's what I said to you in my dream, that's exactly my words. You can't deny it, we do have a connection, a close connection. This is what happened in my dream … *kisses her on the mouth gently and softly; steps back, still looking at her* I am sorry. I won't do it ever again. But I have dreamed about how it would be with you ...

Manouche *stares at him, eyes wide* Th-those same words? *brings hand up to her lips* Me dream were … very much like that, as well. I always knew we ‘ad connections o’ sorts … I mean, ye ‘ave a bit o’ th’ dreamer about ye … we’ve both known tragedy related to th’ Order … *she turns away for a moment, looks around at the pretty park, turns back to him. Steps up to him, puts her arms around him, hugs him close, kisses his cheek tenderly. Steps back, gazing at him* It were a beautiful kiss, luv, don't be sorry. I'm not. We mustn’t do it again, but … I can’t say I hadn’t thought about it meself. L-let’s put it to rest … be me friend, Fred Abberline, I prefer to ‘ave ye in me life if I possibly can. *smiles gently* An’ now, I think we’d best try an’ find Kat.

In the very famous undisclosed location:

Kat *Still alone pacing the room, suddenly she feels weak. Then pains rip through her. Collapses to the floor, moaning. Sometime later, Jerod enters the room and finds her this way. He has no other option but to gather her up in his arms and try to get her to the hospital.*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*later in the night, Madame walks into the master living room to find all three of her children lying on the floor, Willy hovers over each of them. Chaseline reaches up to play with his hair. All of them are cooing and each have some sort of smile on their face. Madame quickly grabs the camera and takes a few shots* Adorable! We should send this to dad.

Willy *arches brow at her, Chaseline grips at his hair* Yea like he'd care.

Madame *arches brow back at him* I think he'd say different *moves away from the door. An average man in a white coat appears*

Wilbur: Willy.

Willy: Dad ... *shocked tries to stand up, forgets Chaseline has his hair* Ah ow ... Chase ....

Wilbur *laughs, walks over* You mind if I get acquainted with my grandchildren?

Willy *pauses, thinking 'Why? You never did with me.'*

Madame ' Willy, he's still your children's grandfather' *Willy sighs, nods best he can, goes back to playing with Chaseline*

Wilbur *nods, sits down at William's feet* Is this the heir?

Willy *nods* William ...

Wilbur *watches as Will grips his finger* Who’s the oldest?

Willy: Will .... then Chase ... then Jacob. *looks over at Jacob, whose now being occupied by Madame*

Wilbur: *lifts Will up, cuddles him in his arms, looks down at him in awe* I remember doing this so many years ago...... the proudest day of my life...... *both Willy and Madame look up at him* I know I've never been a suitable father, Willy, but I want to get to know my grandchildren. As the town dentist, I think I can. *looks at Willy in a serious manner* They won't be treated like you imagine Willy.

Madame: *looking at Willy* You know that.

Willy: *looks at Madame, then back at his father, nods* I hope your right, dad *stands up, Madame walks over and takes William from Wilbur's arms*

Wilbur *pauses, hands clasped in front of him, Willy looks down at his shoes* Co....Congratulations, son.

Willy: *looks up* Thanks dad *they both walk forward and hug, Wilbur pats him on the back*

Wilbur: I'm proud of you

Willy: *smiling*

Madame: *smiles, still holding William* Let's get a picture of the three of you. Most appropriate. The three W's

Willy: *laughs, takes William from Madame, they pose with Wilbur as Madame takes the shot, then all three sit down again to play with the babies*

Wilbur: *turns to Willy* Where's Manouche?

Willy: *shrugs* She's still staying in the factory. But we haven't seen her all day.

Madame: We figure she's tired. She did deliver the three Wonkas.

Wilbur: *laughs* Good point

Blake *enters room, smiling* And all Wonkas are present and accounted for, back where they belong. Everything went well at the hospital, I take it? *sees Wilbur* Oh, sorry, didn’t know you had company … *sees babies, smiles*

Wilbur *stands up, walks over shaking Blake's hand* And you must be my so-called daughter's husband. How do you do?

Blake *grins* Ahh, Mr. Wonka senior, I'm pleased to meet you, sir. That's right, Manouche is my wife. And Madame's midwife. *winks at Madame. After shaking hands with Wilbur, comes over to Madame, kisses her on the cheek* How's the new mother today?

Madame: *stands up, holding Chaseline* Just fine. I think your goddaughter would like to see you. It HAS been a while. She's been playing with Willy's hair all night! *giggles, hands Chase to Blake*

Blake *cradles Chase, smiles at her* Hey, tulip. *laughs as Chase grabs his hair; he looks over at William, in Willy’s arms* An’ there’s our godson. *looks at Wilbur* I know Manouche will be delighted to meet you. She’s not here right now … she had to go have a little talk with Commander Portsmith. Portsmith an’ Dean Corso pulled a terrible prank, an’ … well, you know how Manouche is when she feels her friends have been mistreated. I hope she’ll be back soon, sir, are you staying awhile?

Wilbur: Well I'll be stopping around alot more often. I wanna get to know my grandchildren.

Willy *steps forward, a frown upon his face* What happened, Blake?

Blake *looks angry* There was a note for Manouche at the hospital, after we left you the other night, Inspector Abberline asking for her help with Kat … and meanwhile, a message went to the Inspector, supposedly from Manouche, asking him to meet her at Chez Roux. This left Manouche alone with Kat, who’s still in the process of getting her memory back. I don’t remember what all we’ve told you about that, but for some reason, with this amnesia, Kat’s had it in her head that Manouche is her enemy. They fought, no one was hurt bad, an’ it worked out okay. But it was a terrible thing to do to everyone concerned. Manouche is certain Portsmith an’ Corso were behind it, an’ the fact that Corso is so talented at copying documents and reproducing old texts and others’ handwriting … I don’t know who else it would’ve been. And Portsmith would put him up to it, he wouldn’t do something like that on his own. But we can’t imagine why Portsmith would want to do that … other than the usual, her wanting to get Manouche out of the way. Seemed extreme, though, even for her. So Manouche went to give them both a piece of her mind. She may take it to the Vice-Mayor, she was pretty upset. *looks out window* I suppose she’ll be back soon. *tension goes out of his face as Chase reaches a small hand up to swat at his nose; he laughs, kisses her hand* Well, hard to stay in a bad mood with this lil’ angel around!

Willy *furious, anger surges through him, but he's still careful with holding Will* I'm getting sick and tired of Portsmith messing with Manouche, Blake. I really am.

Wilbur *leans down, whispering to Madame* You may want to get the babies to bed about now. I'll help you. *Madame nods, they take Chase and Will, then Madame comes back out for Jacob, they come back into the room, Blake and Willy discuss the matter*

Madame: She's never going to stop, no matter what we do.

Willy: I don't care. I'm gonna make her. I still have more authority. I'll get my wish. *Wilbur watches Willy standing tall, announcing his position, can’t help but smile* You are right, Blake. It's too extreme. *looks at the fire burning, then back up* Something's going on. I think a number of them know something. I wouldn’t be surprised if Abberline was actually somewhat involved. *pauses* I want her to stay at the factory for a while. I want her to have a break from the danger. We need to talk to her.

Blake: We appreciate that. Actually, she an’ I had talked about it. She wasn’t wanting to stay here all the time … she’s worried about endangering the babies … but she agreed with me that we could stay for awhile now, an’ maybe come back off an’ on. *pauses* I don’t think Abberline had anything to do with this. He’s been the victim of one of Portsmith’s recent schemes, too. She’s got him involved in some sort of research at the hospital. Manouche told me about some files, an’ it looks like his signature was forged on some consent forms he’d never even seen. *shakes head* I don’t know what to think … there are a lot of things going on these days … I think it’s a good idea to stay here at the factory for a little longer. *smiles at Madame* Anyway, at least she can help with the babies. She’ll sure love that. *looks at Wilbur* I guess this isn’t a very good introduction to someone Willy calls sister, is it, sir? I assure you, my girl is a wonderful woman, and there’s nothin’ she wouldn’t do for the Wonkas. But … well, she is a pirate. The most beautiful pirate you ever saw … *smiles lovingly*

Wilbur: Well I shall admit, I've never heard of one HUMAN getting into so much trouble at one time, but if my daughter-in-law trusts her enough to be her midwife, then she MUST be pretty loyal. Kim isn't exactly made of paper.

Madame *blushes, looks down* No, but Manouche has gone a distance and back for us before. The first time it was for my glasses! *giggles, then turns to Blake* I agree with you guys, though. It's not safe for her anymore. If she goes out there, all she's gonna be doing is running away.

Willy: At least here she'll be able to sit down and relax for a good while. Security is hiked up to the red, so basically no one gets in. Except for when shipments have to go out, then we let the trucks in. And even then it’s hard to let them in. *pauses, looks at everyone, realizes he's babbling, clears his throat* She'll be okay here.

At the Park/at Deppville Hospital:

Abberline *sighs, sadly, looks at the ground again* Yes. We've got to find Kat. The Apparition would be the first place, but I got something to do at the hospital and it is on the way ... It won't delay us much. *they start towards the hospital, enter and approach the receptionist Andrew*

Abberline: I've got this bill to settle. *shows him the bill*

Andrew *takes a look at it* Oh, Mrs. Abberline's trashed room. I am so sorry for this, but we really have to get the damage covered. *smiles pleasantly at Manouche* This is a strange coincidence, Inspector Abberline, I was trying to reach you by the phone. Your wife was brought here a while ago.

Abberline *cringes at the mentions of his wife and Mrs. Abberline, not daring to look at Manouche* What happened to her?

Andrew: The doctor will tell you. *to a nurse* Nurse, take Mr. Abberline to his wife.

Manouche *speaks quietly to Abberline, puts a hand on his arm* Steady on, mate, ye can do this. I’ll come along. I may be able to help. I’ve ‘ad experience with women who was pregnant with dreamer babies, an’ this may be similar. I said I’d help ye, an’ that’s what I intend to do. *smiles almost innocently at Andrew*

Andrew: Good day to you, miss! *now how did she seem so familiar ....*

Abberline: I don't know if I can handle this. Thanks, Manouche. *smiles at her, but his smile is still sad*

Nurse: The doctor will soon see you, Mr. Abberline. *leaves them waiting*

Manouche: Cheers, nurse. *looks around waiting room, picks up magazine, flips through it absently, sets it down. Turns to Abberline, still speaking quietly* Ye can handle it. I know ye can. *sighs* I – I’m sorry t’ see ye lookin’ sad, mate. It’s hard fer me, as well. It’s true what I said back there, I do ‘ave feelin’s fer ye. It jus’ ain’t a time an’ place fer us, savvy? I ‘ave me Mr. Blake … an’ ye’ll be busy at least fer awhile, standin’ by Kat as she needs ye. But … I’m glad we talked, an’ I’m glad fer yer friendship. An’ like I said to ye awhile ago … I don’t know what th’ future’ll bring fer me. I’m … I ‘ave a lot o’ enemies these days. An’ … th’ Guardians … *looks deeply troubled* I’ll know a bit more come October, but … well, never mind. I jus’ want ye t’ know y’ mean a lot to me. I do ‘ave love fer ye, Frederick Abberline. Now, fill yer head with thoughts of a baby girl who'll no doubt adore 'er daddy. An' ... if I go missin' someday, per'aps think o' me now an' then. *smiles at him wistfully; doesn’t reach out to touch him, not wanting to hurt him, but conveys her feelings with her eyes, and dreamer thoughts*

Abberline: I'll have to try to be content with what I have ... But I don't think I can manage to be friends with you anymore. I don't think it could work. I'm past that point. For now, it is enough for me to know that you do love me at least a little ... You will be always in my mind, Manouche ... *he doesn't want to tell her that he knows about the Guardians and the deal she made ...*

Doctor *The exhausted doctor approaches* Mr. Abberline, we need you to go in and disarm your wife and calm her down. She's clearly in a great deal of pain and has some kind of delusion that Indians are coming to her rescue. Please, she managed to get a hold of a scalpel and won't let any of us near her. We need to run tests to find out the problem and treat her, but she keeps threatening to scalp us all.

Abberline: Oh dear ... *to Manouche* As I am not sure what she remembers and what she doesn't, it's best I'll go in alone. Though I don't know anymore how she reacts to me. *Opens the door and gets in* Kat? What happened to you since you ran away? You have to let the doctor examine you. Give me the scalpel. Kat?

Kat *Glares at him,holding back the tears* You!! Ye found out and dinna want 'nother pirate bastard did ye! Ye sent me away without a second thought! Well I want 'er. I want 'er with all me 'eart and I 'ave no faith in these butchers. *Her hand starts to shake and she gives way to her tears* True Dreamer promised. I 'eard 'er. She won't let 'er die. She won't.

Abberline: No, Kat, I want her too. I really do. *takes the scalpel from her* Let them help you, Kat, we don't want to lose her.*strokes her hair* I did not send you away, you ran from me. You have to believe me, I do want our child to be born. Let them take a look and I will take you home.

Kat *Grabs the front of his shirt* I don't remember ... Ye want 'er?? *Shivers* I'm afraid. I can't bear it again. I can't do it.

Abberline: Yes, I do, I do want her, though it frightens me. I won't leave you this time. May I call the doctor now – or would you prefer more a dreamer?

Kat: No doctor!! A Dreamer?? Aye, a Dreamer.

Abberline *nods, walks to the door, says to the doctor* I have still problems with her, so it's better you wait here. *to Manouche* I think she needs you, there's nothing more I can do. Manouche, I think I really do want this little daughter ...

Manouche *turns away, quickly dries eyes so he won't see she's been crying; faces him, smiles* Well done, mate, I told ye y' could do it, didn't I? 'Course ye want 'er. Wh-what man wouldn't want his own child, once he's thinkin' straight ... *looks at doorway* Well, 'ere goes ... *steps past him into the room, speaks softly* Kat? Luv, it's me understandin' ye'd like th' assist of a dreamer ... *smiles, waits to see how she reacts before coming any closer*

Kat *Stares at her vacantly* The pain’s eased. *In a trembling voice* Be that good or ill?

Manouche *tears of relief fill her eyes* Th-that’s good, luv, that’s very good. That’s as it should be. Yer lil’ daughter feels safe now. *comes closer, gently places a hand on Kat’s stomach; she feels a warming sensation, then she sees a vision taking shape … * Oh, blimey … Kat, luv, give me yer hand … I don’t know if this’ll work, but let’s try … *she takes Kat’s hand in hers, presses her other hand just slightly more against Kat’s stomach … and she sees faces, one after another, that seem to blend together, then appear separate … she sees True Dreamer, Ama, Raven, Gili, and the woman whose child she delivered for Ama: True Dreamer’s sister, who died giving birth. She then sees Kat herself, and Abberline. The faces come together, then separate, like leaves in a breeze; but all wear an expression of joy and cheer, and lack of worldly care. It’s profound and touching, and Manouche sobs* Kat … can ye see ‘em, mate? That’s yer lil’ healer, already tryin’ to do her work for her family …

Abberline: What – what was that? I sensed something, something beautiful and tranquil ... *looks at Manouche and her hand on Kat's stomach* Is it really true? *Stares at Kat in awe, as if she were something too valuable to touch* I can't still believe it, not until I see. Is she all right now? How can we protect her, the Indian woman said she was in danger. Manouche, are you sure she is all right now?

Manouche: She's all right fer now. I ... I don't know what we'll need t' do in future. But I reckon Shinin' Star an' Ama'll be around fer guidance. Fer starters, we need to make sure Kat feels protected an' safe. *looks at Abberline* Ye sensed yer lil' daughter. Ye sensed her tryin' to take care o' her own. 'Ere, ye 'ave enough o' the dreamer about ye, mate ... *her hand still on Kat's stomach, she holds out her other hand to Abberline; he hesitates, then takes it, and is able to share the vision she's picking up*

Abberline *feels faint, releases her hand and sits down on the visitor's chair.* But are you sure? Shouldn't the doctors do a check also? *nervously* I mean just a precaution. Ultrasound? Blood test? Heart monitor? I would feel more secure. *looks at Manouche questioningly but turns to Kat* Now all is clear. I know what I have to do. I want to take you back home when it is possible.

Kat *Looks at him warily* What's in yer mind, luv? But aye. I be wantin' outta this butcher shop and they best not be stole me effects again.

Abberline: On my mind? How can you even ask about that. Why, the child of course! Are you absolutely sure that you don't want the doctor to examine you now? It could be sensible. *takes her hand carefully and helps her up* You got to be careful now in your delicate condition. I want you home to safety. You are not going to need your effects, Kat. You might hurt yourself or … her. Just let me take care of you both.

Kat: BBBut, I be a pirate mate. What kinda pirate 'as no weapons, eh? I gotta 'ave me sword at least, luv.

Abberline *frowns* My dear Kat, you are a mother-to-be now. You can't do any pirating. Think of the little daughter. Now, I can't have you endangering her. No sword. I can give you a blunt kitchen knife if you must have some weapon.

Kat: A blunt kitchen knife??? No piratin'?? Are ye arrestin' me then?? I be not likin' this, not likin' this at all.

Abberline: You are pregnant! How can you even think about going pirating. We have to protect our little baby girl. Why are you suddenly so negative when you first said you want to have the baby. With all your heart. So do I.

Kat: I do. I really do. It's just that .... Well. What'll I do iffen I can't be piratin'????

Abberline: Take care of yourself and the baby, of course. That's all you have to do. You and me, we both have lost an unborn baby, but I will not let it happen again. You could knit baby clothes. Or do gardening, or read or just rest. And plan the decoration of the baby's room. You don't have to do anything at all, except carry my little girl.

Kat *Frowning* Knitting??? *Gulp* Gardenin'??? Mate, I couldn't e'en cultivate a cactus. I know … I tried, it died. He-heh .......

Abberline *shrugs* Well, whatever expecting mothers do, Kat. We will do it all right this time and take no risks. You can do whatever you want, as long as you stay at home.

Manouche *her hand still on Kat’s stomach, she watches Kat and Abberline silently, listening to them talk; then softly interrupts* Ye’ll work it out, I’m sure, th’ pair o’ ye. *looks at Abberline* By all means, ‘ave all th’ tests ye want, the ultrasounds, an’ so on. Do absolutely anythin’ that’ll make both of ye comfortable an’ secure-like, savvy? In turn, th’ lil’ child will pick up on it, an’ she’ll be safe. I’m sure there’s more to it than that, but fer starters, that’s knowledge I’m certain of that I can impart. *looks at them both* Do what ye can t’ get along. Don’t suppress anythin’ if ye truly need t’ blow off steam, but … before ye feel yerselves losin’ temper, stop an’ remember what yer dealin’ with ‘ere. It may cool th’ waters, as it were. *feels a soft ripple under her palm, knows it’s the baby expressing something like thanks or gratitude; swallows, presses against the movement very gently in response. Slowly removes her hand, reluctant to depart from the beautiful vision. Sighs, looks at Kat and Abberline* I reckon I’ll be on me way. I don’t think there’s … any more I can do ‘ere now. I’m at th’ Wonkas’, if ye need me. With a healer baby on th’ way, don’t hesitate to come fetch me. I – I don’t want t’ interfere if I ain’t needed, so I’ll leave it t’ you, to contact me if ye wish, an I promise I’ll come runnin’. S-savvy? In th’ meantime, I’ll … I’ll try an’ learn more. I’ll talk to Alifi. I s’pose Ama an’ Shinin’ Star’ll contact Kat before either of ‘em would contact me. *smiles a sad smile* N-no worries, all right? It’ll be fine, an’ … she’ll be beautiful as th’ sun. Cheers, mates. *turns, slowly walks out of the room*

Abberline *looks after Manouche briefly, then turns back to Kat* Now, finally we are alone. *sits by her bedside, takes her hand and looks her deep in her eyes with his intense dark eyes* Kat. Will you marry me?

Manouche *standing outside the room, overhears, nods, satisfied, thinks to herself* Good, jus’ as I hoped he’d do. *she turns, makes her way to the entrance of the hospital, tears streaming down her face, ignoring curious glances from Andrew and a nurse or two who stand at the reception desk. She leaves the hospital, walks blindly, no idea where she’s going, just knows she needs to be alone for awhile. Just like that, she realizes where she wants to go, and she makes her way to the harbor, boards The Viper, goes into the cabin, locks the door behind her*

Kat: WWhat??? Marry?? Me??? Ye don't know what yer sayin' mate. I be not good wife material. I mean ... I burned yer stew, luv. Ye'd end up hatin' me and I couldna bear that. *Looks into those glorious eyes, losing her train of thought entirely. Stutters* AAAye, luv, what e'er ye say .......

Abberline *keeps her gaze locked into his, leans closer* I want you to be my wife, Kat. *kisses her gently* I take your answer as yes ... I don't care about burned stews, love. I want to marry you as soon as possible. *kisses her again, this time more passionately* Say yes ...

Kat *Dazed, stammers* Yes ..............

Abberline *flashes a bright smile at her, kisses her on both cheeks* Oh, Kat, you make me so happy. I will take you home, and you won't run anymore from me .. *concerned* How are you feeling now? I want all the necessary tests to know that she and you are well. Wait for me, I'll talk with the doctor. *goes out of the room to meet the doctor, turns once more before he closes the door* I'll be soon back.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Blake *in the sitting room of their suite, writing, is surprised to see Wilko fly in and light upon his desk* Wilko! What’s going on, buddy … *words cut off as he sees Wilko is carrying a small envelope; he puts his pen down, takes it from Wilko, looks at him* It’s … it’s from Manouche, isn’t it?

Wilko *cocks his head, looks at Blake with one eye, makes a kissing sound* I love ye, Mr. Blake.

Blake *smiles slightly, his eyes concerned. Opens the envelope, reads the short note:*

My love,

Please forgive me, but I have to be away for a night. I have some things to work out, and no one can help me right now, I must do it alone. In the past I’ve run away and not told anyone, for fear of worrying those close to me. I now see the error of that, and won’t do it again, so that’s why I’m letting you know that I need this time alone, so you won’t worry. Please know that I’m locked safely on The Viper, I’m completely safe, I’m not doing anything stupid, I’m not taking any chances. You of all people, who know my heart best, understand how important it is to go off on our onesies on occasion; you and I have always been completely simpatico in this nuance and have always understood, respected and accepted it in one another. Yet another reason I cherish you. So I know you understand and trust that I know what I’m doing. Tell Willy and Madame I’ll be back by tomorrow night; and to them, and to you my love, I say, please don’t worry. Give them both big hugs, and a kiss for Madame … matter of fact, kiss Willy, too, just to get him to make that funny confussled face he makes when people surprise him by getting too physical, ha! And kisses to the beautiful babies from their loving auntie. Deux coeurs, une âme, notre monde,

Manouche

Blake *sighs, sets the paper down, removes his glasses, rubs his eyes. Stands, walks over to the window, gazes out at the sea, appreciating the beautiful view. Looks again, sees what he realizes is The Viper, out away from the harbor* So, you really do need to be alone, my girl. I love you, hurry back to me. *pauses, then adds* Deux coeurs, une âme, notre monde. *returns to his writing, not a bit surprised to find it taking a more romantic turn. Wilko sits watching him, quiet except for the occasional soft chirp, no louder than the scratching of Blake’s pen to paper*

On The Viper:

Manouche *sprawled on the small couch in the cabin of her ship, illuminated by dozens of candles, which seem to soothe her somewhat; holds a half-depleted bottle of absinthe in one hand, a remote control in the other. She points and presses a button, to activate the CD player; hears a song start up*

All the songs that I've sung here
More often than you know
'Cause you're the lull that I've countered
More often than I've let it show
And I wish you would leave me
And I wish you would go
And I wish you didn't need me
And I wish I didn't love you so

Manouche *frowns, presses the button again, changes to another disk*

Myself feeling tired and wanting

It’s not like I thought it would be

Love just cannot end at parting

My world’s dropped from under me

Better leave me alone, better leave me alone

Until I can think about her without feeling sorry for myself

Manouche *snorts, presses again*

The phone don't ring, no no
And the sun refused to shine
Never thought I'd have to pay so dearly
For what was already mine
For such a long, long time

Manouche *takes another drink from the bottle, glares at the CD player; aims, presses again*

Ah you wished me well, you couldn't tell
That I'd been crying over you
crying over you

Manouche *groans, presses the button viciously*

And a rovin’ a rovin’ a rovin’ I’ll go

For a pair of brown eyes

Manouche: Blast!! *presses again, is relieved to hear a song by They Might Be Giants* Ahh, there we go, nothin’ can hurt me in th’ world o’ nerd rock. *takes a drink, settles back, listens*

Love sees love's happiness
But happiness can't see that love is sad
That love is sad
Sadness is hanging there
To show love somewhere something needs a change
They need a change
They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane
To take the house he built for her apart
To make it break it's gonna take a metal ball hung from a chain
They'll need a crane, they'll need a crane
To pick the broken ruins up again
To mend her heart, to help him start to see a world apart from pain

Manouche: BLOODY ‘ELL!! *switches it off, tosses remote onto table in front of her in disgust. Takes a long drink; brings bottle down, tears in her eyes. Picks up her gun, which was at her side on the couch, gazes at it contemplatively, turning it in her hands, her eyelids heavy from drink and cigarette smoke. Then she hears a sound, coming from outside the cabin; she sits up straight, listens carefully, hears the sound of footsteps. Before she can rise from the couch, the door opens – though she’s sure she locked it – and she sees a slight young man with hair and eyes very much like her own. She’s sure she’s hallucinating, rubs her eyes, looks again; he’s still there; whispers* D-D-Dani …

Dani *looks at gun, frowns at her* I thought you weren’t going to do anything stupid, sister.

Manouche *swallows* An’ … an’ I thought I locked th’ bloody door … *she stares at him* S-so yer not a dream … a vision? …

Dani *shrugs* Ghost. *he moves a little closer, his face kind*

Manouche: Ye look like y’ did when I were in Fiji … ahh, but that weren’t you, were it? I mean, that were a test … Alifi told me. I … *tears spill from her eyes* T’ say I’m glad t’ see ye is an obscene understatement, luv. H-h-how is it, that ye’re older now, when … when we were jus’ children when … when …

Dani: I don’t know how to explain that in a way you would understand, And I don’t have much time. But I had to come … you have so much sorrow about you now … I had to come … *he sits on chair near the arm of the couch* You’re hurting over him, even though it’s all for the best. You’re glad he’s proposed to the healer’s mother, because the comfort and security will keep mother and child feeling safe and protected. You know you can’t have with him what he can maybe have with the healer’s mother. You love your husband … but your husband isn’t a dreamer, and because you so seldom find that quality in others, it’s a powerful draw when you do come upon it. You understand why he can’t just be friends with you, but it hurts. You hated having to hurt him … and you fear you won’t be able to know the healer once she’s born, because you won’t be able to be friends with the parents. The mother still doesn’t even remember you.

Manouche *gazes at him steadily, then takes another drink* Th-that sums up a good deal of it, luv. *hesitates, thinking, knows he can read her thoughts; looks at him miserably* Y’may as well say th’ rest. Go on …

Dani: You’re hurt that you didn’t receive even so much as a thank-you or goodbye when you left them at the hospital … you feel your presence was strongly desired for the troubles, but you won’t be asked back to share in the joys … *looks at her sympathetically* You needed one night alone, without any thoughts or time spent with babies, or with parents happy with their babies, because it’s something you’ll never feel.

Manouche *nods at this last; breaks down, lowers her head, sobbing* I – I’m so ashamed o’ that, Dani, luv. B-but I can’t help it. *looks up at him, face filled with anguish* I – I truly am happy fer ‘em all, s-s-savvy? I’d love nothin’ more than t’ see th’ Inspector an’ Kat be ‘appy … ‘ave a family, an’ revel in raisin’ a miracle healer child together. Could even bring Raven back, they could be a complete family, by th’ powers, what a family that’d be, with them two magical children. An’ I don’t ‘ave t’ tell ye about me feelin’s fer Willy an’ Madame … an’ their beautiful triplets. I don’t regret anythin’ that’s ‘appened … I’ll cherish th’ memory o’ them triplets bein’ born, helpin’ bring ‘em into th’ world … an’ Colonel an’ Hanson, they’re expectin’, an’ I’m happy fer them, too. An’ I know I’ll at least be able to share in most anythin’ with th’ Wonkas, th’ way they’ve taken me under their wing, as it were. But … knowin’ I’ll never ‘ave all that … knowin’ I can’t give Mr. Blake th’ pleasure o’ fatherhood … an’ seein’ that glow on Willy’s face, an’ then on th’ Inspector’s face … *sobs louder* But th’ worst was … th’ healer baby … oh, Dani, it were heartbreakin’ … jus’ feelin’ her in Kat’s belly … feelin’ that miracle in th’ belly of a mate who don’t even remember me anymore … th’ healer child is still so tiny, but it were so powerful. I connected to ‘er, luv … she were speakin’ t’ me, much like lil’ mate speaks t’ me. It were … it were th’ closest thing I believe I’ll ever experience to ‘avin’ that inside me. It were all I could do t’ not break down right there in th’ bloody hospital room, I wanted that so much, god help me … *breaks down again*

Dani *sighs* I wish I could hold you, sister …

Manouche: S-so do I, luv … *cries awhile as he watches her, his sympathy comforting even without any contact; her sobs eventually subside, and she wipes her eyes, takes another drink* I’ll … I’ll be sound. I … I think even th’ healer baby would’ve been easier t’ take if I thought I were goin’ to be able to be part o’ her life. Now all this has ‘appened. I couldn’t bear to hurt th’ Inspector by comin’ round … ‘course, it occurred t’ me that perhaps in time, if he an’ Kat make a go of it, per’aps he’ll be able t’ be friends with me later on. No way o’ knowin’ … *sniffs, wipes her eyes again; looks at him, smiles slightly* A-apologies, luv. I jus’ needed t’ get all this foolishness outta me system, savvy? I weren’t about t’ spoil anyone’s happiness with me selfish feelin’s. That’s why I couldn’t tell Willy or Madame, not now, when they’re so overjoyed about their babies. I wouldn’t dream o’ puttin’ a damper on their joy. I … I couldn’t go into it with anyone, not even me Mr. Blake.

Dani: He understands. So do I, if it helps. *smiles*

Manouche: More’n ye know, me dear brother. It helps me so much, t’ be able to tell you all these things, to get it all off me chest. Gol, I miss ye so, t’ this day. *remembers the Order, tears fill her eyes again*

Dani: That wasn’t your fault. I can’t tell you how glad I was that you got away. It made it … easier for me …

Manouche *stares at him* E-easier … *shakes her head vigorously* It should’ve been me …

Dani *teasing* My idiot sister. *grins, then grows serious again* Things happen sometimes, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

Manouche: D-do ye know about … me deal with th’ Guardians?

Dani *nods* I do. The Leader is telling you the truth. We would be together again … but Manouche, it’s not your time yet. Don’t do it.

Manouche: I may not ‘ave much choice when th’ time comes. *takes one more drink from the bottle, empties it, sets it on floor beside her* Sometimes th’ idea don’t bother me so much. I mean … *waves hand toward the horizon* All that back there … can be so bleedin’ painful sometimes. An’ look at th’ service I’d be doin’ everyone. An’ I never did fit in well, square peg an’ all, ay? S’like th’ Kinks song … I’m not like everybody else …

Dani: Do you remember what Ama said to you? *Manouche frowns, puzzled, then starts at the sound of Ama’s voice, as if she’s in the room with them*

One last thing, Dreamer, you will soon be rewarded for all you have sacrificed. A dream to come.

Manouche *nods* Aye, I do recall that. But I didn’t know what she meant …

Dani: I can’t tell you. But I can tell you that you’ll be glad you didn’t do anything stupid. *glances down at the gun beside her; looks back into her eyes, his face stern but kind and concerned* I’m sorry for your pain, dear sister. Will you at least try to stay? Try not to keep that deal with the Guardians. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I would love to be with you again … *he suddenly has an expression on his face much like the one she remembered on the little boy she saw last, before the terrible night with The Order* … and someday we will. But … it’s not your time yet. Just … think about it. *he starts to fade, smiles a smile that warms her heart* Au revoir, ma soeur bien-aimée. *fades from view*

Manouche *tears flowing down her cheeks* A-au revoir, frère bien-aimé. *she sits for what seems to be a long time, trembling, thinking about everything, wondering if she’d really seen Dani, or imagined it. Rises shakily, goes to cabinet and finds another bottle of absinthe. Returns to the couch sits down, opens the bottle, takes drink. Looks at gun for a moment, picks it up, examines it … then sets it on the table before her. Picks up remote control again, aims and presses a button; is somehow not surprised to hear her ever-comforting Kinks*

I won’t take all that they hand me down
And make out a smile, though I wear a frown
And I won’t take it all lying down
’cause once I get started I go to town
’cause I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else
I’m not like everybody else