At the Doctor’s office:

Colonel *sleeping, suddenly wakes up as she hears a Doctor's name echo throughout the halls, she notices that she's sleeping on a couch in the waiting room, she looks over to see Hanson flipping through a Bowlers Digest*

Hanson *glances at her, then the magazine* Mornin' sleepy head. *sips his coffee he had sitting on the end table, next to a pile of magazines* How are you feeling?

Colonel: I'm not sure.

Hanson: I got you an appointment, the doctor said she'll see you as soon as you wake up.

Colonel: Ok.

Hanson *puts down the magazine, finishes the coffee, throws the Styrofoam cup in the waste bin, guides her to the Doctor's office*

Doctor: Ah, good to see you. Brittany?

Colonel *nervously* Yes.

Doctor: Nothing to be afraid of *pats the tall chair lined with paper* Have a seat, dear.

Colonel *sits down*

Doctor *checks her out, sets up the ultrasound* Everything seems to be in order, now if you would, I'll need you to lay down.

Colonel *lays down*

Doctor *pulls her shirt up* Now this will be cold. *puts a gel on her stomach, moves the monitor so they can see* Alright, you are almost 2 months along. This is about your 7th week. *moves the probe around* Here is your heartbeat. *moves it farther down, smiles at Brittany and Tom* Do you hear that?

Hanson *listens closely, holding Britt's hand* The baby?

Doctor: Yes, that's your baby's heartbeat.

Hanson *smiles, kisses Brittany's forehead*

Doctor: Congrats to you both *wipes Brittany's stomach*

Colonel & Hanson *leave the doctors office, and return home, proud parents-to-be*

At the hospital:

Abberline *to the doctor*  I want all the tests run on my wife that are necessary in her condition.

Doctor:  Er ...  *opens the door carefully just enough to take a peek at Kat, and as he gets no flying object in his face, he sighs relieved*  Her condition seems good enough for me.  You can take her home, Mr. Abberline.  Right away.  *listens at the door but the room is quiet*

Abberline:  Don't you understand!  I want to know that everything is as it should be with the baby.

Doctor:  What baby?

Abberline:  Why, my baby, you bloody idiot.  *grabs him by his lapel*  An ultrasound scan.  Blood tests.  Whatever needs to be done.

Doctor *indignantly, freeing himself and brushing his coat*  Now, this is what we are going to do.  If she is expecting, no tests need to be taken at such an early stage.  What needs to be done is for you take her home.  Immediately.  And keep her there.

Abberline *glares at him, goes back to Kat and slams the door after him*  Kat, we are going home now.  You were right, these bloody butchers are good for nothing.

Kat:  Told ye, luv.  *Smiles*  Ye know I've 'ad a grand idea.  Just think 'bout this.  We wait till lil’ Chiana is born and be old 'nuff te be flower girl at the weddin'.  Wouldna that be such a lovely scene, eh?

Off stage *snicker*

Abberline:  How can you even suggest anything like that!  I don't want my daughter to be born illegitimate.  Absolutely out of question.  *frowns*  No, I want us to get married as soon as possible.  I didn't think you'd like a formal wedding.  Do you really want it all with a white dress and veil and walking down the aisle?  Chiana?  What kind of weird name is that?  I am not sure that I like it.  *takes her hand and helps her up*  Come love, we have much to do.

Kat *Flinches*  White dress?  Perish the thought, be a bit late in the day for that I'm thinkin'.  *Vexed*  Chiana 'appens te be yer daughter’s name and there be nothin' weird 'bout it.  A perfectly beautiful name it is.  So Chiana she will be.  Savvy??

Abberline:  Good.  I thought so.  That's not what I want either.  *irritated*  Now where did that name come from?  You just choose a name for my daughter without asking me first?  I must say that I don't like it.  It isn't a proper name at all.  Chiana ...  No, I definitely don't like it.  It sounds weird, like it were some Indian name.

Kat *Glaring*  It sounds like an Indian name cause it is!  Ye 'ave somethin' against Indians, mate?  Mayhap yer thinkin' some of me ancestors were scalpin' yers, eh??  Is that it?  Dirty, filthy savages after all.  Where do they fall on yer 'ate list luv, above or below pirates??  It must fair kill ye their blood flows in yer children's veins.eh?  Is that it??  Be that what's weird 'bout Chiana's name?

Abberline *glaring back at her*  Why should she have an Indian name?  No, I don't have anything against Indians, but I am not one, and consider that my daughter will be half British.  It is you who must have something against us.  And why should it be you who decides what my daughter is going to be called?  Chiana Abberline ... just doesn't sound right.  It isn't a respectable name.  Chiana ...  Does it mean anything?

Kat *Scowling*  Why should she not??  It's meanin' bright and beautiful.  It were me grandmother’s name and it is a good respectable name, I say.  *Pauses*  Your daughter??  Yours!!!  Just where do I come
in eh?  I love that name I do, and yer bein' 'ateful, ye are.  *Bursts into tears*

Abberline *raising his voice*  So I am hateful just because I want to have a say in my daughter's name!  *relents immediately when Kat begins to cry, like most men he's oversensitive to crying females*  Forgive me, dear.  *takes her in his arms*  Please don't cry.  If you want her to be Chiana, she will be Chiana.  Don't cry.  *brushes her tears away from her cheek with his long slender fingers, kisses her*  But can she have my Grand Aunt's name as a second name – Alexandra?  *hastily*  Only if you don't object.

Kat *Feeling contrite*  Alexandra?  Aye, it's bein' a fine name.  I shouldna of forced Chiana on ye.  Iffen it be really not te yer likin', maybe we can agree on another a fore she's born, eh?  *Looking remorseful*

Abberline:  Oh no, we'll do whatever you want.  Just don't cry.  *presses her against his chest*  I should not have upset you now that you are in a delicate condition.  Are you feeling better?  *releases her, strokes her stomach*  You have to be very careful now.  *sighs*  Nine months, that is a too long time ...

Kat *Grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him closer*  Nine months the standard, luv.  Too long?  Too long for what?  Maybe we can be finding pleasurable pursuits te pass the time, eh?  *Kissing his neck as she pops a few of his buttons*  What say you?

Abberline:  Yes ... help me pass the time ... *strokes her cheek, kisses her as his hand slides down her neck and lower ....

*Background* LOL...
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even keep them britches on

*A nurse opens carefully the door*  Mr. Abberline, these tests ... *eyes widen, mouth drops open*  Oh, I am sorry ...

Abberline *briefly turns to glance at her and throws the pillow at the nurse*  Get out, can't you see we are occupied.  Now, Kat, these tests ... I want all the tests ....  I am sure you are going to pass each one of them.

Kat *Runs her fingers though his hair*  Aye luv, what e'er ye say.  Why would I not?

Abberline *breathing heavily, his fingers glide on her body*  Let's get started then ... How about this ...  (no rum for expecting mothers!)

Kat:  Now that just be plain wrong, luv.  Rum is an antiseptic.  It sterilizes the system.  Cleans up yer blood.  It be perfectly clear te me.

On The Lancet:

Colonel *takes a walk around the docks, sees that there are still many ships tied up around the harbor, notices a familiar face upon one, whispers to herself*  Corso?  *nears the ship, Corso notices her, scoots his way so he can hear what she's saying, she says in a harsh whisper*  Corso!  Corso, what are you doing up there?

Corso:  Struggling with these ropes here. I don't understand a thing about piracy, why these creaking old boats.. er ships and bloody sails and coils of ropes ... Why don't they just buy a decent yacht?  *Looks around him so that no one won't hear*  I had to flee the Commander's wrath for a while and this was the only escape I knew of, but ...  *gets an idea*  You wouldn't know of a good hideout for me?  Just for a while?

Colonel: Yes, I do. Now get down here and I'll take you.

At Deppville Harbor:

Manouche *returns very early morning, daylight just barely breaking, a cool, gray morning, mist rising from the ground.  Brings The Viper in, docks, leaves ship, walking a little unsteadily from the absinthe.  Hears something on the nearby Lancet, looks up, sees Corso talking to the Colonel.  She feels her anger at him for his forgeries rise up, but knows she’s too exhausted to act on it right now.  Hears him yelling something about a man-eating dolphin, shakes head*  Bloody idiot.  *Can’t help but grin as she recalls the night Kidd pushed Corso into the harbor; she turns away from the docks and starts through town.  She’s too tired to feel upset anymore, and she feels somewhat better about everything after being able to get it out of her system, and to receive comfort from her brother.  She wonders whether he had really been there, but she doesn’t care; she takes the comfort and is grateful for it, his words still sounding in her ear.  She also can’t help but find solace in the morning … she’s fond of early morning, where the day hasn’t really gotten started and all is quiet; she’s also fond of fog and mist, giving everything an otherworldly look, so she makes her way slowly back to the factory.  She uses one of the key cards that Willy had made for each of them, enters quietly.  She longs to see the triplets, but she doesn’t want to risk waking them up, so she goes straight to her suite.  Enters carefully, closes door softly behind her.  Removes coat and effects, puts them away, makes her way through the sitting room to the bedrooms.  Looks in the smaller room off the main bedroom, which has been set up for Raven; smiles as she sees he’s sleeping peacefully.  Makes her way into the bedroom, over toward the bed, dropping items of clothing along the way, suddenly extremely sleepy.  Comes over to her side of the bed, eyes widen as she sees a large bouquet of flowers on the nightstand on her side.  The note is a simple drawn heart, with her and Blake's names, nothing else.  She looks at him as he’s sleeping, smiles; leans down, smells the flowers appreciatively, then slips under the covers, hoping not to wake him.  He stirs in his sleep, turns toward her, slides his arms around her, embraces her tightly, kisses her lips slowly, gently, bringing a hand up to her face, holding it softly.  She returns the kiss lovingly, runs her fingers through his hair.  He releases her slightly, smiles, eyes still closed, and she shifts slightly so she’s lying on her back.  His hand at her face slides down till it rests over her heart; it stays there, warm, comforting, and he falls back into slumber, breathing evenly.*

Manouche *drifting off fast, thinks to herself*  Dani?  I made it home safe.  Cheers, luv, till I can see ye again.  Thank ye fer helpin' me.  *nestles closer to Blake; falls into heavy, dreamless, peaceful sleep*

On The Lancet:

Corso *looks at the sea, cries out* Look out, there's the Man-Eating Dolphin! It can crush entire ships with it's sharp teeth! It's here to get me, and if it doesn't get what it wants it will take the whole ship! I can't risk the lives of you all. *climbs over the reeling and slides the rope to the port where the Colonel is standing* Thanks, poppet...er Britt... What did you have in mind?

Colonel: Either an empty bowling alley close to the edge of town, it has an apartment above the alley or my office building, which is empty most days, which also has an apartment above the main office.

Corso: In my humble opinion the office sounds like a better choice.*stops* But, first I want to know the price you want for getting me off that blasted ship. Now I know that nothing is for free... So what is it that you want?

Colonel: Nothing really..I've been thinking and I'll accept the partnership

Corso: Wonderful *smiles Now we have only the details to work out... and the level of the partnership... I take it that Hanson doesn't know?

Colonel *sighs* No he doesn't. But if we are to work out details, not here. *takes his hand and almost drags him to her offices, lets his hand go digs in her pockets for her key, finding it she unlocks the door, sees that all is quiet and no one was left behind to do late nights work, shuts the door locking it, leads him upstairs, unlocking another door which leads to a cozy, modern, furnished apartment* I only went up here once, just to see how it turned out. I'll have to run, and get some food, *goes to open the fridge, sees it's fully stocked, closes the fridge door and sees a note*

Colonel,

Recently stocked by those short guys with weird hair. I was let in long enough to leave you a note. I told them that you might've been low on food up there. I wanted to be sure that you or whoever stayed there got food. Date it was stocked: July 21st, 2006.

--Paul Kemp

Colonel: Ah, it was just recently stocked. *gets out a jug of strawberry banana juice, shakes it, pours herself a glass, looks over at the counter, the wine rack filled with good wines* There's wine there if you'd like. I'm trying to cut down. *smiles, looks around, goes into one of the bedrooms* Wow, I guess I didn't see the rooms. Very nice. Do you like it Dean?

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*A little later the same morning, Manouche stretches luxuriantly in bed, sniffs at the sweet morning air wafting through the open window.  She smiles to herself, thinking about how, after she’d slept for about an hour, she and Blake had awoken at the same time, looked at each other, started kissing and caressing, turning the time that followed into slow, sensuous lovemaking.  She feels happier than she’s felt in awhile, and revels in it; she almost laughs out loud, thinking she’s about as close as a human being can come to purring.  She stretches her arms up, looks at her beautiful engagement ring, sparkling in the light, sighs contentedly.  She hears someone coming, sits up, putting pillows behind her back; smiles as Blake enters the room, carrying a tray.

Blake:  Everyone’s sleepin’ in, but I went to the kitchen and there was fresh coffee and chocolate biscotti … and an oompa standing nearby, lookin’ pretty pleased with himself.  I’m glad I had a few cocoa beans on me.  *He brings the tray over, sets it on the table on his side; she throws the covers back, he climbs back into bed next to her; he takes her in his arms, they kiss passionately*

Manouche:  That were quite th’ wake-up call ye gave me, love.

Blake *passes her a cup of coffee from the tray, takes one for himself*  The feeling is mutual, Mrs. Blake.  *he looks over at the window, where the curtains are stirred slightly by the breeze.  The earlier fog and mist burned off, leaving a beautiful sunny morning*  It’s a gorgeous day …

Manouche:  That it is.  An’ th’ weather’s nice, too.  *smiles at him, they drink coffee in silence for a few minutes.*

Blake *trying to sound casual, though his concern is evident in his voice*  Is … did everything go okay … did it help you, to get away last night?  I saw The Viper out in the harbor …

Manouche *nods*  It were what I needed.  I’m grateful t’ ye fer understandin’, an’ leavin’ me to it.  *pauses, sips coffee*  I reckon I were … overwhelmed, as it were.  A bit selfish o’ me, I’ll grant …

Blake *shakes his head*  No it isn’t, you have the right.  You know you can always come to me, or to Willy an’ Madame, with anything.  But I know sometimes that’s not what we want to do.

Manouche:  Aye.  I’ll tell ye all about it later.  It ain’t like I solved anything last night … but it were still good, an’ what I needed to do.  *she turns to him*  Love, I saw me brother.  I still don’t know if I imagined it, or if he were really there, but it were so real.  He were so helpful t’ me … an’ he reminded me o’ somethin’ Ama said t’ me, somethin’ about a reward o’ some sort that I’ll be receivin’.  *shrugs*  Reward fer what, I don’t know, I ‘aven’t done anythin’ a friend wouldn’t do.

Blake *grins*  You brought three babies into the world from Madame, and she didn’t kill Willy.  I’d say you performed a miracle right there!

Manouche *laughs*  Aye, well, all right, I reckon it wouldn’t be too self-servin’ fer me t’ take some credit there.  *they sit quietly for a few minutes*  I was just thinkin’ … I reckon we ‘ave some work ahead of us, you an’ I.

Blake: How’s that?

Manouche *smiles*  We ‘ave a weddin’ to plan.  Or are ye withdrawin’ yer proposal t’ me?

Blake:  No, you can keep tryin’ to scare me off, but it won’t work.  *takes her hand, kisses it*  Let’s see, we said October 16, didn’t we?  That should be a beautiful time of year.

Manouche:  It’ll be beautiful if it’s pourin’ down rain, love.  *looks slightly worried*  I reckon Madame’ll still insist on a bloody coronation.  Makes me a bit nervous, that.  I don’t always fare so well in fancy social situations …

Blake:  You’ll be beautiful, and it’ll all go perfectly … I don’t think Madame will accept anything less than perfection for her sister’s wedding.

Manouche:  Well, I’m sure we’ll ‘ave some say in th’ proceedin’s.  How would ye like it t’ be, love?

Blake *sets his cup down, leans across her, takes a pink tea rose from the bouquet on her table.  Breaks off part of the long stem, gently positions it in her hair, brings hand down to hold her face.  Gazes at her, his dark eyes intense*  I want you, standing beside me, flowers in your hair.  Then later, slow dancing, whether the music’s fast or slow … as we share our plans … how we’ll spend the rest of our lives together … however much time we’re allowed … That’s all I want.  *kisses her deeply*

Manouche *gazes at him lovingly*  So … I reckon this means ye ‘ave no preference on th’ menu?  I’m thinkin’ salmon -- very elegant, that.  *Blake grins, takes her coffee cup from her hand, sets it on the table, takes her in his arms, they kiss.  Their hands start to explore once again, and the room goes quiet except for the soft sound of the curtains rustling in the morning breeze*

At Deppville Hospital:

Sebastian *makes microwave popcorn in the employees’ lounge, takes it to a small room adjoining Dr. Rainey’s office, locks door behind him.  Turns on surveillance camera monitor, switches to several different rooms, browsing, as if channel surfing, seeing nothing of particular interest.  Finally lands on the camera in Kat’s room, watches, intrigued.  Sees a woman standing by Kat’s bed, one of her hands on Kat's stomach, then watches as, with her free hand, she holds hands first with Kat, then with Abberline.  Watches a little further, as the couple argue, then the woman turns and leaves the room.  She turns, he's able to see her face; he blinks, peers into the monitor, eyes widen as he recognizes the other Dr. Rainey, the one who had attended Abberline.  He makes a mental note to be sure and show the film to Dr. Rainey and Portsmith later, so they can see who he has been telling them about.  He looks at the recording device, takes out a notepad, makes a few notes about time, counter number, etc.  Places pad back in pocket.  Is about to switch to another room, when he sees Kat grab Abberline by the shirt, sees a button or two popping.  Nods, sits back, picks up bowl of popcorn, continues to observe … *

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *next morning at Bournemouth House, looks wistfully at Kat sleeping beside him, thinking about his daughter, but he doesn't feel her as he did at the hospital, and he thinks of his decision to marry Kat, and what it means to them both in the future, sighs, gets up and goes downstairs to make coffee.  He takes the mug to the table by the window and starts to stare out.  He doesn't feel quite as happy as he
should be, but he knows that he's doing the right thing.  He's marrying her for the daughter, and without doubt Kat accepted his proposal for the same reason.  Marriage is not about happiness, it is about fulfilling duties and bearing responsibility, both of which he failed to do with Victoria ... But at the same time it means that both he and Manouche will be married.  Could he meet her safely then, when he knows that they both are tied ... Could he ask her to help him to choose a ring?  Then he starts to think of Manouche again, suddenly has a vision of her happy and smiling, with a shining engagement ring, which isn't the same that he chose for her ... He jumps up and grabs a bottle and pours himself a drink, then a second one, cutting off the connection with her ... *

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Manouche *wakes up a little later, looks over, sees that Blake is sleeping peacefully next to her; leans over, kisses his cheek, gets out of bed, dresses.  Walks over to Raven’s room, opens door, peeks in; is somewhat relieved to see he’s not there.  She leaves the suite, wanders around the factory, eventually finds Raven in the conservatory, drawing some hydrangeas.  She watches him for a moment, smiling at his talent, his concentration on what he’s doing; thinks with a pang how much he reminds her of Abberline.  She feels the sadness returning, firmly pushes it aside, replaces it with facts:  He didn’t even so much as say goodbye at the hospital.  It was an infatuation, because I nursed him back to health, and did other caring things for him.  He’s marrying Kat.  I'm married to William Blake.  It’s all for the best.  She shakes her head, approaches Raven*

Manouche:  Eh, lil’ mate … *looks over his shoulder at his drawing*  Lovely work, that.  Is it fer Madame?

Raven *nods*  I want to make something she’ll want to put on the wall.

Manouche:  Well, that should do it.  *pauses*  Listen, luv, can we talk fer a minute?  I won’t keep ye long … but I think it’s somethin’ ye’ll be ‘appy to hear.  *Raven puts the pad down, turns to her.  She smiles, brushes the hair from his eyes, again thinks of Abberline; pushes the thought aside.*  I, ahhh, ‘ave some good news fer ye.  It ain’t been formally announced, but I ‘appen to ‘ave been on th’ scene when it come about.  Yer mum an’ dad … it looks like they’re gettin’ married.  An’ … ye ‘ave a lil’ sister on th’ way.  An’ if that all ain’t enough, she’s a healer.  A healer baby, Raven, jus’ imagine.

Raven *stares at her, then his face breaks into a wide smile*  Mother and Father … they’re getting married?  Oh, Manouche!  *he throws himself at her, hugs her tight*

Manouche *holds him, blinks tears away*  Aye, it’s lovely, innit?

Raven *still hugging her, excitedly*  They’ll be together!  An’ I’ll have a little sister … we can be a family.  Do you think they’ll want me to come live with them?  We can all be at Bournemouth House, an’ I can help with the new baby, like I used to with some of the mommies when I lived with True Dreamer, an’ … an’ … *voice trails off as he feels Manouche’s shoulders shaking.  He pulls away and looks at her, troubled to see she’s weeping.  He takes her hands in his, concentrates for a few minutes; his dark solemn eyes widen, he looks at her sympathetically*  Oh, Manouche …

Manouche *lets go one of his hands to wipe her eyes, voice stern*  It’s bollocks, all right?  It’s a lot o’ bloody nonsense, so don’t go worryin’ about it.

Raven:  You … you love Father?

Manouche:  Well, it ain’t quite th’ way I love Mr. Blake, savvy?  But … I’m afraid he has a place in me heart, as it were.  It’s th’ head versus th’ heart, lil’ mate.  I mean … even beyond th’ fact that I’m in love with Mr. Blake, an’ he an’ I are married, an’ about t’ stage our vows good an’ proper … even aside from all that, I know good an’ well it’d be disastrous fer yer dad an’ me to get together.  What kind o’ life could we ‘ave?  Yer dad’s a fine man, but … that Victorian side o’ him would bridle right quick at livin’ with a crazy Gypsy pirate, once th’ honeymoon were over.  It’s almost funny to picture, really.  An’ there’s th’ fact that he loves yer mum.  Ye should’ve seen him with ‘er at th’ hospital, lil’ mate … he’d been givin’ me th’ sad eye till we walked in th’ room an’ he saw her lyin’ there.  An’ once I shared th’ healer baby’s vision with yer mum, an’ then with yer dad … well, truth be told, luv, everyone else in th’ room became superfluous from that moment on, in a manner o’ speakin’.  He forgot I was even there … d-didn’t say goodbye … *looks off past Raven for a moment, then looks back at him and smiles*  So y’see, I reckon yer dad were jus’ infatuated with me a little.  To see him lookin’ so happy about a new baby, an’ so lovin’ an’ carin’ toward yer mum … it were charmin’, as ye’ll soon see fer yerself, no doubt.  So there’s that.  Blimey, I wouldn’t mess with that fer anythin’ in th’ world.  He loves her deeply … an’ she seems to ‘ave come around, an’ loves him, too.  An’ Kat’s me mate.  She … she may not remember me right now, but … per’aps someday she will.  I don’t take men from me mates, luv, it ain’t cricket.

Raven:  But … you love him …

Manouche *patiently*  Let me finish, sweet one.  *draws him close, hugs him, kisses his cheek; releases him, pauses to collect her thoughts*  There are things about yer dad that are … a powerful draw fer me, I can’t deny it.  Had I met him in another time an’ place, I’m sure I would gladly welcome his courtin’ an’ sparkin’.  So while me head has continued to feed all th’ aforementioned information into me soul … me heart, on th’ other hand, gets a bit stupid an’ looks at another side to it all.  Yer dad’s got a bit o’ th’ dreamer in ‘im … I’ve only recently learned to accept an’ be proud o’ that side o’ me heritage.  Since then, when I meet others who share th’ gift … like when I met you … it’s unbelievably comfortin’, beyond words.  I feel a bit less like a square peg, like I ‘ave others around who genuinely understand.  Savvy?  *he nods, looking very solemn; she continues*  Right.  Well, so me fantasies about yer dad run off into thoughts of how lovely it could be … t’ be with a man I find attractive in so many ways, inside an’ out … a man with whom I share th’ dreamer gift … I then go on t’ picture how lovely it’d be, th’ pair of us ‘avin’ a future together, raisin’ you together … an’ then, because it is pure fantasy, I’m even daft enough t’ keep runnin' with it, an’ imagine how lovely it would be if I could present ‘im with more children … dreamer children …......  *she lowers her head for a moment, a tear drops; she swallows, looks up again, eyes red*  So then I give meself a reality check.  I think about how he looked at yer mum … an’ that he an’ Kat already ‘ave one extraordinary child … *gazes at him fondly, finally does reach up and push the hair back from his eyes* … an’ they ‘ave another one on th’ way.  So even if ye took all th’ problems with th’ head an’ heart considerations away from this lil’ situation, what would that leave?  Ye’d ‘ave a dreamer Gypsy pirate who can’t ‘ave children -- bloody ‘ell, think how I would humiliate ‘im without even tryin’ … an’ ye'd 'ave yer dad, a man who works fer th’ law … a man who wants children after all, an’ ain’t that a happy thing … a man who, as it turns out … is in love with his son’s mum.  *smiles, tears in her eyes*

Raven:  B-but … you can still be friends … can’t you?  He’ll need you to help with a healer baby … who else is there?  Regular doctors won't understand ...

Manouche *swallows*  I … I don’t know about that, luv.  We … we may not be able t’ be friends.  Things are a sight complicated in th’ adult world.  It’s stupid, but there it is.  Now I’m hopin’, eventually, once everything calms down, an’ he’s married t’ yer mum, per’aps then we can be friends, an’ we can look back on everything an’ realize we’ve done right by everyone, includin’ ourselves.  An’ then we can be friends an’ help each other, an’ be a comfort to each other.  I … I reckon ye could say that’s me current fantasy regardin’ yer dad.  *smiles slightly*  As fer th’ baby … I’ve told yer mum an’ dad both that any time they need me, I’ll come runnin’, an’ I swear to that, as much as I’ve sworn t’ stand by Willy an’ Madame, an’ th’ triplets.  *beams for a moment at the memory of their birth*  But truth be told, lil’ mate, yer mum an' dad may ‘ave sufficient help from other sources, such as yer grandmother Ama … an’ apparently, there’s another who knows what’s goin’ on, her name is Shinin’ Star.  So they may not need me.  But I’m ‘ere if they do, an’ they’re aware o’ that.  Despite th’ troubles yer dad an’ I ‘ave had, I’m … well, in me own way, I’m devoted to him, an’ to Kat, an’ this healer baby.

Raven:  I knew a healer who lived in the community where True Dreamer an’ I lived … *looks at Manouche*  Are Mother and Father excited?  Do they know how … how big that is?

Manouche *smiles*  I think they’re startin’ to understand.  Think of it, Raven!  Yer sister, a healer!  Blimey … I wish … I wish I could be there t’ help bring her into th’ world … per’aps it’ll work out that way …

Raven:  Manouche … *looks down, struggling with his thoughts.  She looks at him questioningly, he doesn’t quite know how to say what’s on his mind, so he takes her hands in his*

Manouche *concentrates for a moment, looks at him fondly*  Bless ye, sweet one.  No worries, savvy?  Put that thought right outta yer head.  Ye don’t ever ‘ave to choose between loyalty t’ me or to yer mum an’ dad, all right?  If things move along an’ it turns out th’ best thing is fer ye to be with them an’ you an' I don't see each other so much … well, it’ll be as it should be.  They’re yer blood, luv.  You an’ I, we’ll always ‘ave what we’ve shared together.  Nobody can take that from us.  An’ we’re dreamers, we can always communicate with one another.  I genuinely hope ye can live with yer mum an’ dad in that fine house o’ his.  I’ll miss ‘avin’ ye under me roof, but … there won’t be a soul in Deppville happier fer ye than me, an’ that’s th’ truth, luv.  An’ one day, ye’ll be older, an’ ye can go anywhere ye like … an’ we’ll always keep a room jus’ fer you, as we always ‘ave.  'Cause Mr. Blake, he loves ye as well.  *Raven smiles gratefully, hugs her again, she pats his back*  There, there, lil’ mate … now, ‘ere’s me idea.  *pulls him back so she can look into his face, smiles*  How ‘bout we get ye over t’ yer dad’s house today?  I bet he an’ yer mum are home from th’ hospital by now.  I predict that, one look at you, under th’ present happy circumstances yer dad finds himself in, an’ he’s gonna insist ye come live with ‘em on th’ spot.  What ye think o’ that?

Raven *smiles excitedly*  You’ll take me there today?  Really?

Manouche *nods*  Aye, but ‘ere’s how I think we should do it … I don’t think they need t’ be seein’ me today, savvy?  So we’ll stop by Sergeant Godley’s house first.  If he’s there, then we’ll explain, an’ he can take ye to yer dad.  If he ain’t there … then I reckon it may be most opportune to send ye to yer dad’s house on yer onesies.  No worries, an’ nothin’ to fear, luv.  I’m sure they’ll be delighted to see ye.  Now … *she brushes his hair back one more time, is reminded of Abberline; smiles*  … do we ‘ave an accord, me own lil’ mate?

Raven *grins*  Aye.  Manouche … *pauses*  … I … I would’ve liked it if … if you’d … been my mother.  I love my mother, but … I love you, too …

Manouche *eyes fill with tears*  I love ye as well, Raven.  *wipes eyes, clears throat*  Right, enough o’ all this chat, ay?  Go on, get ready t’ go, whatcha waitin’ ‘round ‘ere for?  *grins at him, he smiles back, then turns and bolts from the room.  She sits for a few minutes, looking at the beautiful flowers and plants all around her in the conservatory.  Picks up Raven’s drawing pad, gazes at the sketch for a few minutes.  She thinks of Abberline, how his dark eyes had looked at her before he kissed her in the park, so soft and sweetly romantic; still feels his lips on hers, his hand on her face.  She sighs deeply, surprised that the memory can still make her feel a little lightheaded, even after her morning of lovemaking, during which she thought of her beloved Mr. Blake and no one else.   She brushes a tear from her cheek, nods firmly to herself*  It’s all fer th’ best.  *Stands, leaves the conservatory, heads for her suite to get ready to take Raven to Godley’s house*

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Portsmith *arriving from her little shopping spree, satisfied with the new goods she aquired, arrives home at the castle* So where is Dean? Tell him to come immediately to the French drawing room, I have something interesting to show him.

Butler: Unfortunately Mr. Corso is unavailable, Commander.

Portsmith*raising her voice* What? You dare to tell me that he's not coming when I send after him!

Butler *takes a step backward* No, Commander. Mr. Corso is not in the castle, and I have no knowledge of his whereabouts.

Portsmith *glares at the butler* You'd better find him soon or you'll be mopping kitchen floors! *takes the phone and calls his secretary* Is Dean there?... No? You haven't seen him? *tosses the phone on the floor where it hits a fragile Pompeian mosaique and shatters a part of it, turns on her heels and heads for the hospital*

At the hospital:

Portsmith: Andrew, I need to talk to Dr. Rainey.

Andrew: Um.. Commander, I don't know where he is. He said he was going to some conference but left no specific info.

Portsmith: What? He too? Give me the key to his office!

Andrew: Er.. I can't do that, you know we can't give the keys to the doc...

Portsmith *grabs his collar and drags him up so that his t-shirt rips* Give me the key, Andrew.

Andrew: Of course, Commander, immediately! *hands the key, Portsmith snatches it*

Portsmith *gives him her imperious look* I warn you Andrew... *turns and goes to Dr. Rainey's room only to find the shelves and file cabinets empty, except one that is locked. She tries to pull it open but it won't budge, and she kicks it a few time*  Ouch!  *then she goes out*  SEBASTIAN!

At the Security office / at Bournemouth House:

Sergeant Godley *takes a look at Abberline's office at work, but the folders with the microchip info is still untouched on the table.  He takes the folder and decides to take it to the Inspector to Bournemouth House.  At the door he hesitates, thinking first of Daphne and then Kat who both managed to scare him with their lack of proper dress, but he knocks on the door bravely anyway, and is relieved when Abberline himself opens the door*

Godley:  What have you been up to?
 
Abberline *shrugs*  Nothing special.

Godley *as they walk to the kitchen, and he pours himself coffee and looks at the mess in the kitchen. It looks like someone has burned something on the stove ...*  I left some important info on Commander Portsmith's little surveillance project.  There are about 20 cameras unaccounted for.  None of them are in storage, so I presume they are installed at undisclosed locations.

Abberline *listens to Godley, his mind elsewhere, but at the last words he starts and to Godley's amazement blushes*  Oh no ... I know where at least some of the cameras are.

Godley:  Yes.  I watched them.  Wouldn't it be time to take them down.

Abberline:  And show her that I know of them?  I don't know ... She can't have all the unaccounted twenty installed at my house, there must be some still hidden somewhere.  I need to know first where the rest of them are.

Godley:  What are you going to do about this all?

Abberline:  I don't know.  I haven't had time to think about it at all.

Godley *thinks of Kat in Abberline's shirt*  Oh, I can guess why.

Kat *Giggles, stage right*  A lil badonkadonk, Godley?? ..... ROFL .....

Abberline:  KAT!  You are behaving improperly!

Kat:  Ye weren't complainin' none earlier ...

Abberline:  There is a big difference, my dear.  You are my wife, and I expect you to behave discreetly.  Especially in the company of other men than me.

Godley:  Wh-What?  *wipes his forehead*  I - I'll best be leavin' now ...

Kat:  I see.  Hmmm.  Yes, I been noticin' several of them discretions around I be most interested in committing. *Smirks*

Abberline *glares at her both angry and shocked*  You have to understand that you can't behave like a damn dirty pirate anymore!  I won't tolerate you even speaking like that.  The one thing you will be committing yourself to is my daughter.

Kat:  YE WON'T TOLERATE???  GIVE ME A SWORD AND I'LL SHOW YE A DAMN PIRATE!!  'AND ME A SHO'EL AND I'LL TEACH YE A WHOLE NEW MEANIN' OF THE WORD DIRTY MATE!!!!  BY THE WAY, I DON'T REMEMBER 'AVIN' I DOED A DAMN THING!!!!

Abberline *yells at her*  What?  Are you already breaking the promise you gave yesterday!  I won't have any of these tricks of yours!  *takes her by her arms and shakes her*

Godley *slams the door to Bournemouth House, still hearing Kat and Abberline arguing, shakes his head, feeling he's not understanding anything. He's too shaken to go to the Office so he heads to his home, to the comfort of his kitchen and immerses himself in a newly acquired cookbook*

Abberline *yells at her*  What?  Are you already breaking the promise you gave yesterday!  I won't have any of these tricks of yours!  *takes her by her arms and shakes her*

Kat *Shakin' in fury*  I be breakin' nothin' mate.  Yer playin' the tricks.  Bear in mind both my feet be still planted on the floor and yer privates intact.  But I am what I am and I be takin' orders from no one.  I won't be owned!!  Savvy??

Abberline:  Then you clearly don't understand what marriage is about.  Once we are married, I own you and you own me.  You can't be an irresponsible pirate after that anymore.  And, my love, you should learn to control your anger.  You are hurting my baby.

Kat:  I am not yer love.  Pay attention, we both know this marriage be 'bout one thin'  *Hesitates, glancing down, hisses reluctantly*  all right maybe two things but that's all there it be.  No games, no fouls we'll see what the future 'olds.  Savvy?

Abberline:  Agreed.  You break my heart, my dear.  I believed you had some warm feelings towards me.  But as a husband, I am in charge of you.  I am responsible for you ... I just want to take care of you.  And it means some new responsibilities for you, too.

Kat *Raising an eyebrow*  I said no games, luv.  Yer 'ardly 'eartbroken.  As for warm feelin's, aye I got those.  *Leans in close, lips brushing his neck*  But their source o'origin may be in a differin' 'emisphere.  Savvy????

Abberline:  You know how to persuade me to see your point .. *takes her in his arms*  But I still got to insist that you can't be a pirate anymore.  I want you out of those pirate clothes.  Now.

Kat:  Aye, luv.  Call me what e'er ye want.  A rose by any other name, eh?  But I'll no give up me Apparition, it be my soul.  Savvy?  *Drawing him closer.*

Abberline: Of course, you can keep your Apparition but you can't sail anywhere for a while ...  And now, get out of those clothes.  *lifts her up and carries her to the living-room, puts her down on the rug in front of the fireplace.*  Allow me to help ... *pulls her shirt off*

*Sound track*
I like it, I love it I want some more of it. I tried so hard. I can't rise above it. Just praying that it keeps going on like this. You got me saying honey pie darling and dear. But I like it, I love it I want some more of it. Hey don't forget te turn off the lights:)

Director duBois: ... now fade the music ... and ... cut!

Abberline *unbuttons the last two buttons on his shirt, which anyway are hanging by a thread, wraps the shirt around Kat, lifts her in his arms* I don't want you getting a cold ... We have to buy new clothes for you.  Something like the skirt you had, and ... and a silken slip...  *gets a dreamy look thinking about it*  And you need a dress for the wedding.  Something stylish, even though it won't be a big occasion.  A simple white dress with spaghetti straps and some jewelry.  *regrets he gave the necklace to Daphne, it would have looked great on Kat*  White shoes with high heels.

Kat:  Abby, I suddenly be feelin' strange … weak and I be not sure I be up te all these thin's.  Would ya be very upset te slow thin's down abit.  Please Abby.  I be not up te it and I swear it be no trick luv.  Please ABBY?

Abberline: I do know what it's about. You are beginning to regret already. You don't really want to marry me. I guess that a marriage for just one thing is not enough for you. *kisses her gently, sighs* I don't want to enforce you, I am sorry. I got excited, that's all.

Kat:  That be not it, I swear.  It 'as nothin' te do with regrets.  Believe me.I own ye are a good man and yer forcin' nothin', I swear.  *Sighs*  But ye don't believe me.  It part my fault, I were not entirely trueful with ye.  *Looks away*  I don't want te lose ye, luv.  But neither do I want te be makin' ye unhappy in a marriage tween us.

Abberline:  You can't be doing this to me, Kat.  *turns her head towards himself*  Look at me, Kat.  Everything is going to be all right, just don't desert me.  I know that you can't love me Kat, but give me a try.  I wish you could learn to love me, at least a little.  I want to marry you.  And I want to marry you as soon as possible.  And now you are saying that it isn't going to be ... *puts her down at the sofa, drops down beside her and buries his face in his hands*

Kat:  Abby don't, please.  E'erything bout me irritates ye.  I be 'avin' feelin' for ye but I willna take yer pity.  I couldna bear it.  Deserting ye be the last worry there be.  Please Abby, I just be afraid.

Abberline *bitterly, not looking up*  Why don't you tell me what you really think - that you don't want me.  I am just a playmate for you.  But you don't want to be with me.  You think I proposed to you only because of the child.  *shakes his head*  No.  When I saw you at the hospital ... I just knew that we are destined to be together.  Why did you give your consent if you don't want to be with me?

Kat:  Ye don't understand what I be sayin'.  I love ye.  I always 'ave but I fought it.  I knew ye'd ne'er feel anything for the likes of me.  I'm just the package that's carryin' yer beloved daughter.  I'll always be the outsider.  *Tears fall from her eyes.*  Just as I always have been.

Abberline:  You do?  *finally looks up at her with tears in his eyes*  Don’t cry, Kat ...  *presses her tightly against his bare chest*  I - I know that I did you wrong back then in Fiji, but this time I want to do it right.  I would not marry you just because of the daughter.  I couldn't live with anyone I don't feel for.  Please marry me, Kat.  *kisses her*

Kat:  Ye mean it.  Ye sure.  As long as ye want me, I'll be 'ere. I swear.  Aye, I'll marry ye and I promise te try te be what ye want me te be.  Just 'old on te me and be patient.  It be 'ard te change all I e'er knew and I 'ave a fear of failin' ye.

Abberline *kisses her once again and strokes her cheek* I know that it won't be easy for either of us, but I know we can make it. I try not to restrain you or press you. I promise.

At Godley’s house:

*One of the Wonkas' cars pulls up in front of Sergeant Godley's house.  Manouche, Blake and Raven get out, ask Cameron the driver to wait, approach the door*

Manouche *to Raven*  Now, lil' mate, if Sergeant Godley ain't 'ere to take ye to Bournemouth House, we'll 'ave Cameron take ye there.  He'll wait, an' if yer mum an' dad aren't about, he'll bring ye back to th' factory, an' we'll try again tomorrow.  Savvy?

Raven *nods*  How will you get back to the factory?

Blake:  We'll walk.  *takes Manouche's hand*  It's been awhile since we took a nice walk together.  *smiles at her*

Manouche *returns his smile*  Aye, it 'as been, at that. 

Raven:  Do you suppose Sergeant Godley would like to play some football, before I go to Father's house?

Manouche *laughs*  He jus' might.  It don't hurt t' ask.  *they walk up to the door, Blake knocks*

Godley *hears the knock, puts down the pan and goes to open the door*  Blake - how nice to see you, and isn't it Manouche and Raven.  Come in, I was trying out a new recipe on pancakes.  Care to try some?

Raven:  It's good to see you, too, sir.

Blake *grins*  Sergeant, that sounds great.

Manouche:  Pancakes, is it?  Expandin' on th' culinary skills, ay?  We'd love t' try 'em, an' let me know if we can offer any assist.  *they follow him into the kitchen*  It's grand t' see ye, as always, mate, but I will confess we also 'ave a mission, as it were.  Raven 'ere would like t' see his mum an' dad.  I took th' liberty o' tellin' him they're speakin' o' marriage an' that Kat is expectin' again.  So he's keen on seein' 'em.  Do ye think ye could run him over to Bournemouth House?

Godley *drops the pan he took in his hands*  Marriage?  Kat expecting?  *turns to them, looking hurt*  What have you been doing, I asked and he said he's not been up to anything special ...  I am the last to know it seems.  I was at the Bournemouth House today ... they were doing just wonderfully together.  *snorts*  Why would he go and marry her ... *voice trails off when he looks at Raven's bright eyes*  Sorry.  I am just a bit upset.  Yes, of course.  I can take him there.  You must be happy to see your parents together, boy.  *sighs*  Take a pancake, boy.  You too, Blake.  *draws Manouche aside*  I can't believe that he would marry Kat.  Did he tell it to you yourself?  Kat is not good for him, not at all.  I hoped he'd find someone like you, Manouche.  *looks at her expression*  Did I say something wrong?

Manouche *crouches down, picks up pan he dropped; raises eyebrows*  He didn’t tell ye?  *lowers voice*  Don’t take it too personal that ye ‘adn’t heard yet.  It all happened quite fast, I reckon th’ Inspector himself is still reelin’.  I heard him propose with me own ears, I were standin’ outside th’ room.  Kat’s ‘avin’ a very special baby, as it turns out.  *grins, shakes head*  What is it about them two, Sergeant, that their pairin’ results in two extraordinary children?  *pauses*  Per’aps Kat’s changed some.  I watched th’ pair of ‘em talkin’ about th’ baby, an’ though they was volatile, I listened as they went through a disagreement an’ settled it … without any bedpans flyin’!  They both want this baby with all their hearts, an’ Raven would be overjoyed if he could join ‘em an’ they could be a real family together.  If that be what they want, then I figure we should all help ‘em make a go of it.  *smiles*  Ye said nothin’ wrong, Sergeant.  It’s a lovely compliment, ye wishin’ that yer good friend would find someone like me.  But let’s face it, luv … *stands back, holds her arms out, grins*  … there ain’t many like me.  An’ ain’t Commander Portsmith glad o’ that!

Godley *pats her on the shoulder, grins*  You are just unique, Manouche.  *takes the plate*  Have a pancake.  I will take Raven to Bournemouth House to see his parents.  It's been a long time since he saw his father.  *to Raven*  Boy, do you want to have more pancake or is it time to go?

Raven *eats hurriedly*  I’m ready anytime, sir.

Blake *grins*  I wonder if you even tasted that?

Manouche *sits down with plate, takes a bite, nods*  Mmm, these are brilliant.  *looks at Godley*  Cheers, mate … I mean, not jus’ fer th’ brekkie, but fer takin’ lil’ mate fer us.  He’s so keen.  If ye want t’ go now, Mr. Blake an’ I can clean up ‘ere when we’ve finished, an’ lock yer door behind us when we leave.  ‘Cause speakin’ fer meself, I ain’t leavin’ till I finish.  *takes another bite, follows with drink of coffee*

Blake:  You can use the car out front, if you want.  And if no one's home at Bournemouth House, just bring Raven back to the factory, that's where we're staying for the time being.

Manouche *beams*  Helpin' with th' triplets.  Blimey, Sergeant, ye must come see 'em, they're absolutely beautiful, an' Willy an' Madame are floatin' on air, as ye can imagine.

Godley:  I do have a pay a visit to the Wonkas.  It's a long time since I held a little one in my arms.  Can't resist babies.  *smiles*  Right boy, we'll be going then.  And how many times have I said to you that you don't have to call me sir.  *to Manouche*  We'll walk, it is a short way and I need some exercise.  Don't leave any pancakes or I am forced to throw them away.  I'll see you later!  *to Raven as they are going out*  I hope you have been practicing your football ...

At the Vice-Mayor’s office:

Vice Mayor Lisa sits at her desk, overjoyed at the birth of the Wonka triplets. Madame and Willy have asked her and Cesar to be little Jacob's godparents. Lisa struggles to admit to them that her and Cesar are not on the best of terms at the moment. She has asked him to move out, and is not certain that things can be worked out. They still love each other desperately, and she blames herself completely. Too much work and stress has taken it's toll on their relationship. A tear rolls down her face; the thought of losing him is killing her inside. She shakes off the feeling, and gets back to the letter she's writing to Madame and Willy ....

My dearest Madame and Willy:

Words cannot express my joy and honour at being asked to be the Godmother of your darling son Jacob. I promise to both of you to be there in good times and bad for your beloved son. I have heard that he is suffering from health problems, and this greatly distresses me. I want you to know that I am prepared to help in whatever way I can to see that Jacob's needs are taken care of.

I also, with a heavy heart, must tell you of my separation from Cesar. He is equally thrilled at being Jacob's Godfather. We both want to assure you that regardless of what happens in our relationship, we both will be there for Jacob and his needs. We both sincerely hope this does not affect your decision to make us your beloved son's Godparents. We both can sincerely assure you that our personal problems will not interfere with our duties to Jacob.

In closing, I will be along to visit your beloved Jacob in the next day or so; I'm looking forward to the honour of meeting him. I am so proud of both of you! If at all possible, I will arrange for Cesar and I to come together to the Factory to be formally introduced to our Godson. Bless you both, and your wonderful angels from above!!

With love,

Lisa & Cesar

Lisa seals the letter, and gets it to the mailbox just in time for Mailman Mike to pick it up. She goes back in to her office, sits down, and lights a cigarette. She thinks of Cesar, and misses him terribly*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Willy, while at his desk, recieves the mail from an oompa, noticing the letter from the Vice-Mayor immediately.  He opens it carefully and reads the letter to himself, facial expressions changing as he reads that she's accepted his proposal, to the fact that she and Ceasar are no longer living together.  After reading it, he takes out his best stationary and writes back to Lisa.*

Dearest Lisa,

We are overejoyed to know that you will accept responsibility as Jacob's godmother.  Even though he will have tiny struggles in his life, we are assuring you that with your help, he will be just fine. 

But we are also quite concerned.  We hope that you and Caesar will be okay, whether this means going together or on your own.  Thank you both for accepting, through your private struggles, to be the godparents of our son. 

If there is anything that we can do to help you both, please do not hesitate to ask us.  We're part of Deppville, a family.  And we as a family help each other, no matter what it may be. 

Thank you again.

All our love,

Willy and Madame Kimberley Wonka