Willy *calls for Cameron, he answers immediately*  Cameron, what're you doing right now?

Cameron *his voice stuffy*  Eating, Master Wonka.  Dinner.  Yea ... *chewing for a minute, swallowing, Willy shows disgust, Madame laughs*  Can I be of service?

Willy *swallows, smiles best he can, clicks in again*  Yes, take a run up to Bournemouth House and check with Mr. and Mrs. Abberline to see that it's okay for their son to stay overnight here with Manouche.  And also ask them if they care to join him, Manouche, Alifi, and the Wonkas for brunch tomorrow.

Cameron *pause, comes on, more chewing*  Yes sir.  *clicks out*

Willy *puts his walkie talkie away*  I hired that man for everything BUT his eating habits.

Madame *giggles, comes up to him, places a hand on his chest*  So ... titanium cuffs, hmmm?

Willy *nods*  From what she said, absolutely.  Oh and umm ...  *reaches into his pocket, pulls out one of her bras*  Careful what we leave on the floor when we're in the living room, eh?

Madame *giggles, takes it, shoves it in her coat pocket, kisses him deeply*

Manouche *returns to her suite, sees that Alifi has fallen asleep in the large chair by the fireplace.  Raven is in his small room, reading, lying on the bed, on top of the covers.  Manouche comes in, sits down on the side of the bed*  So, lil’ mate, how goes it?

Raven:  Are we staying here tonight?

Manouche:  Well, I wanted t’ make sure it’s all right with yer mum an’ dad, so I talked to Willy an’ Madame about it, an’ they said they’d get word t’ Bournemouth House, askin’ permission.  They’re sendin’ Mr. Sinclair.  He’ll ask ‘em, an’ if they approve, we’ll stay.  If they want ye home, I’ll take ye there straight away, savvy?  But … I reckon they won’t mind.

Raven *smiles*  Manouche, I was thinkin’ about the money you won … I was thinkin’ about the amount … it’s a co-innn … co-inncy … you know, when somethin’ that’s an accident seems like it isn’t?  Co-inncy …

Manouche *frowns, then raises eyebrows*  Ahh, ye mean coincidence.  Er, coinkydink …  *Raven laughs*  So what coinkydink are ye referrin’ to, luv?

Raven:  Well, you won 44 million, right? 

Manouche:  Aye …

Raven:  You an’ Mr. Blake were married on April 4.  That’s two fours … isn’t that funny?

Manouche *looks at him, startled*  A-aye … I reckon it is.  *gazes past him, her mind going back to the island, when they were being held captive on the Leader’s boat and were so certain their days were numbered … how Blake had asked the Leader if he could perform a wedding ceremony.  She remembers how Blake’s arms felt around her, as he’d raised his cuffed hands up in the air so she could slip underneath, and he’d brought his arms down around her protectively, pulling her close, holding her tight, kissing her … *

Raven:  Manouche?  … we should still hope …

Manouche *glances at him, smiles slightly*  Aye, yer right, lil’ mate.  *she puts a hand on his shoulder*  Ye tired, luv?  It’s still a bit early …

Raven *shrugs*  That guitar playin’ kinda wore me out.  My fingers hurt.

Manouche *grins*  That’s ‘cause ye were playin’ like Pete bloody Townshend.  That’s rock n’ roll, luv.  Ye done right fine … Mr. Blake … he would’ve been impressed.  Ye can add windmill guitar to yer repertoire, now, along with yer fine football trainin’ from Sergeant Godley.  Ye’ll be a lad known near an’ far fer his wide an’ varied talents.  *Raven grins*  Right, luv, continue with yer readin’.  If we receive word from yer mum an’ dad that they want ye home, I’ll let ye know, savvy?  I’m goin’ back to chat with Willy an’ Madame fer a bit longer.  If ye need us, we’re in their suite.  *leans forward conspiratorially, lowers voice*  Try not to disturb Alifi.  She’s prob’ly been run ragged by them triplets.  *Raven giggles, she hugs him, stands up, leaves him to his reading.*

Manouche *walks through the suite, quietly so she doesn’t disturb Alifi.  She takes a light quilt from the back of the sofa, gently spreads it over Alifi, then continues on through to the bedroom.  She pauses at the door, takes a deep breath.  She hasn’t been in it since … She swallows, sets her shoulders, resolutely walks in, switches on a light.  Still the same lovely room, the window open, a mild evening breeze lightly stirring the drapes.  She walks through the room carefully, the same way she walks through her house … still that strange sensation she’ll disturb something.  She sits in a chair by the window, feels something behind her … reaches behind, pulls a shirt forward that was hanging on the back of the chair.  She knows it well … a simple, white men’s shirt … Blake’s shirt.  She gazes at it, then brings it up to her face, buries her face in it, breathes deeply, her eyelids slowly close.  She sits that way for a long time, a little snippet of song going through her head … *

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you

At Chez Roux:

Abberline *is looking for coffee in the morning in Bournemouth House, he prefers to brew it himself instead of having to drink Kat's horrible mud.  But Godley has been too busy to be around, and no one has done any shopping at all.  As he needs his morning coffee, he puts on his jacket and leaves for Chez Roux, orders a big mug and grabs the paper that lies on the table.  He groans as he recognizes it as Portsmith's latest newsletter about some stupid housing project.*

Manouche *walking by, sees Abberline in the window of Chez Roux; enters, approaches him*  Blimey, Inspector, what’re ye doin’ out an’ about this early hour?  Actually, it’s fortuitous, runnin’ into ye at this time.  If ye ‘ave a minute, I’d like t’ talk to ye about somethin’.

Abberline:  About what?  *throws away the Portsmith newsletter*  Actually, I do have time.  Especially for you – I was going to ask for some advice, as well.  *smiles at her*

Manouche:  Perfect timin’, then.  I ‘ave a bit o’ time … I been out runnin’ errands before preparin’ brunch at th’ factory.  Everyone back there’s still sleepin’.  *she orders a coffee, then turns to Abberline*  Among other things, I been to th’ bank this mornin’.  I been settin’ somethin’ up, fer you, actually.  *reaches into pocket, pulls out small envelope, holds it up*  This is a key to a security box at th’ bank, mate.  It contains all manner o’ incriminatin’ evidence against Commander Portsmith.  I want ye to be in charge of it.  I went to th’ Commander th’ other day, an’ tried t’ make a deal with her.  I showed her copies of a coupla items that I thought might persuade … a page from yer research file she ‘ad goin’ with Dr. Rainey, an’ one o’ them microchip films.  Y’see, I were hopin’ to make her see reason, to get her to lay off you an’ Kat.  We struck a deal, but since then, I’ve seen evidence that she has no intention o’ stickin’ to it.  I reckon I shouldn’t be surprised.  She turned right around an’ was harassin’ Kat about … about a charge filed against her by yer sister, mate.  Which, by th’ way, if anythin’ comes of it, I’ll be there t’ offer any assist I can, seein’ as how I were an eyewitness.  *pauses, smiles thanks as the waiter brings her coffee; wraps her hands around the cup, continues*  So anyway, when th’ Commander did that, I realized, this ain’t my fight.  It’s yers, it’s yer responsibility t’ take care o’ yer wife.  An’ it’s my extreme pleasure to be able t’ provide ye with some ammunition to that end, as it were.  *slides envelope across the table to him*  The key, an’ all th’ information ye need on the lock box is right there.  I’ve set it up so nobody can access it but you … or me.  It contains all th’ things I had in me possession – yer complete file from th’ hospital, an’ all the microchips I took from Portsmith’s safe.  If she don’t lay off th’ pair o’ ye … you use that stuff, mate.  Take it all t’ the Vice-Mayor, ye can bet she’ll ‘ave plenty to say about it.  *grins*  Fortunately, th’ Commander’s attention span appears t’ be about as long as that of a fruitfly.  I’ve watched her passions come an’ go for th’ soul box, joinin’ Th’ Order … an’ now this.  Who knows, she may ferget all about it.  But if she don’t … well, forewarned is forerarmed, innit?  *takes a drink of coffee*

Abberline *takes the key*  Incriminating evidence?  Then I might have something to add to it.  I know about that charge, and I can tell you that she agreed to drop the charges against Kat after some negotiating.  *smiles*  I will take care of my wife, don't worry.  But you never know what enters the Commander's mind.  She's been trying to get at me ever since she started to accuse me for betraying her.  For talking to pirates.  Marrying a pirate must be a capital crime.  But it seems to me that her little research project is over.  Maybe she turns her attention to this housing project of hers, whatever it means.  *drinks his coffee, then looks at her*  You do look better.

Manouche *decides not to tell him that the research project may go on, with her as its latest subject*  Aye, I reckon I do feel a bit better, at that.  That dragon … mighty seductive.  But I think I’ll be able t’ put a lid on it, in a manner o’ speakin’.  I appreciated ye comin’ to find me that night … helped me quite a bit.  *smiles*  So what were ye wishin’ to talk to me about, mate?

Abberline:  I hope you can control it.  I couldn't.  *smiles*  Don't laugh at me now, Manouche.  What does a baby need?  What do I need to buy?  I believed that all women knew these things automatically, but I don't think that Kat does.  Seems that she knows as little as I do.  I want everything to be in order when my daughter arrives.  In a way, I still find it hard to believe she exists ...  *frowns*  What if there will be … complications?  I would like Kat to stay at home but that seems impossible to do.  I don't think a pirate ship is the right place for an expecting woman.  What if something happens?

Manouche:  I won’t laugh at ye … all good questions.  It ain’t all that complicated.  Ye want t’ be sure she has a good obstetrician.  I reckon th’ pair o’ ye could talk to Willy an’ Madame about such things, they had an excellent doctor.  I’ve said before I’d be ‘appy to offer me services when th’ time comes, an’ if we’re all still ‘ere in th’ same vicinity.  But if either or both o’ ye prefer to decline me offer, no worries, I won’t take it personal.  These are very individual choices, an’ whatever makes th’ expectin’ mum comfortable is as it should be, no questions asked.  As fer where th’ child is delivered … luv, I’ve delivered ‘em on land an’ at sea.  Location don’t matter much, long as everythin’s sanitized an’ there’s sufficient medical assist close at hand.  Kat’s healthy an’ young, an’ she has you to help 'er.  All should go well.  Jus’ find a doctor ye both trust, an' make sure she gets regular checkups.  *drinks coffee*  By th’ way, I do ‘ave a bit o’ news … I won th’ lottery, mate.  Found out at Grape’s, yesterday.  I … I’m gonna be rich, looks like.  I still can’t believe it.  I were there this mornin’ talkin’ more with Gilbert an’ Melissa.  I’m to receive me first payment in a coupla weeks.  After that, annual payments over 26 years.  Yer boy Raven seems t’ like to mention to any an’ all who’ll listen that ol’ Manouche’ll soon be richer than Commander Portsmith … he takes great amusement in that fact.  *grins*  Funny ol’ world, innit?

Abberline:  No, I want you to be there, absolutely, I trust Dr. Rainey more than any other doctor, but I doubt Kat trusts any of them.  What do you mean that I am there to help, I know nothing and I doubt there's nothing I can do.  *growing pale*  You don't expect me to be there at the delivery?  What would a man be good there for?  This all frightens me ... And we do need a baby's room, don't we?  And all kinds of ... things?  Manouche, you have to help me through all this, I am afraid that it will bring back all the old bad memories, and the anxiety and fear ...  How can you say that it isn't complicated?  *puts the empty mug down*  Congratulations on your win.  Are you now joining Portsmith's high society and tea parties?  Now you can do what you want.  *looks at her seriously with his deep dark eyes*  You could sail away wherever you want ... leave this all behind you and start anew somewhere ...

Manouche *laughs*  Ahh, sorry, luv, I truly don’t mean to laugh at ye!  It’s jus’ yer expression, ye look like a deer in the headlights.  No worries, ye don’t ‘ave to be at th’ birthin’ if ye don’t want to.  I always advise dads to be honest with themselves on that’un, an’ if they feel at all squeamish, they’re best off in th’ waitin’ room.  It won’t make ye a bad husband or father if ye pass on that particular activity, savvy?  All I meant by “there t’ help” is that ye’ll be ‘ere with Kat now, an’ th’ pair o’ ye can raise th’ child together.  That’s what I were on about.  An’ ye’ll want a baby room, a nursery … that’s easy enough, there are plenty o’ extra rooms in Bournemouth House.  Jus’ choose one an’ ‘ave it decorated proper, with baby furniture, a crib, per’aps a nice rockin’ chair … baby monitors … once again, I suggest ye visit Willy an’ Madame, ‘ave a look at how they’ve set up their nursery.  Ye need to see them triplets anyway, luv, they’re so grand.  Th’ only one ye’ve seen is … William … *she looks at him wistfully, remembers the day he came by to ask her to talk, when they ended up on the beach … she blushes slightly, lowers her eyes; thinks to herself, Manouche, don’t be a fool.  Looks back up, smiles*  I don’t reckon I’ll be spendin’ much time in Portsmith’s company, fer all that I now can afford to.  I … I’ve thought o’ leavin’ … I’m not sure what I’ll do.  Me mind seems to change every five minutes … one minute I’m thinkin’ per’aps I’ll be fine ‘ere, this is where I belong.  Then th’ next minute, I feel … so alone … like I’m outside lookin’ in.  Like this ain’t me world anymore.  So I’ve decided not to make any quick, drastic move.  I’ll wait an’ see.  I feel I’ll know what t’ do when th’ time comes.  Who’s t’ say what th’ future’ll bring … *thinks of the Guardians* … but … I am tempted t’ stay an’ help Kat with ‘er baby, if … ye really both want me to.  *meets his dark eyes steadily with her own, gazes at him, suddenly feels foolish for her flustered feeling a moment before; she sees Fred Abberline, her friend, another dreamer … devoted to his wife, her dear friend Kat, and happily anticipating his baby daughter; and she smiles warmly, feeling a wave of affection and happiness for him*

Abberline:  Thanks.  I will do as you said.  I remember little William … I remember so well the day I saw him at the factory gates … I won't ever forget it, Manouche.  *looking at his coffee mug on the table*  I hope that you would remember it, too.  Could you really leave … us?  Don't go.  *looks at her in the eyes for long*

Manouche:  Cheers, luv.  I’m glad if … y’ want me t’ stay.  *she returns his gaze, eyes soft*  No, I won’t forget.  How could I?  Funny th’ way things work out sometime … if that were t’ happen today, I … *voice trails off, she glances out the window for a moment, drinks coffee; then looks back at him*  I’ll not be leavin’ fer a time, anyway.  An’ I would never leave without sayin’ goodbye.  I may … take a lil’ trip, of sorts, though.  It’s been a long time since I sailed.  I think it might do me good.  Malachi has been most devoted as of late, he keeps suggestin’ that we take a trip together … but … I think I need t’ take a trip on me onesies.  Jus’ a short one, per’aps.  *she pauses, then reaches across the table, takes his hand in hers, softly squeezes it, looks into his eyes*  But Fred, I promise ye, I’ll be ‘ere fer Kat’s baby … if ye both want me.  I’ll do anythin’ I can fer th’ pair o’ ye.  Savvy?

Abberline *looks away, out from the window*  I know.  Another time and place.  I should have known it was Malachi.  You are restless as all the pirates.  I should be on my way.  Thanks for all.

Manouche *holds his hand firmly, won't let him leave*  Wait!  What do ye mean by that?  Please, talk t' me.  I ain't restless so much as broken-hearted an' deeply hurtin' inside, luv, an' feelin' lonelier than I've felt in a long time.  "It" ain't Malachi, mate.  He's been a dear friend, an' that's all.  But ... *looks at him carefully*  What do ye care about anyone I should take up with?  Yer in love with Kat, are ye not?  Fred ... please tell me what's in yer heart, mate.

At the Security office:

Ichy *at the Office late in the evening piles the papers and puts them in a new neat folder, he has assessed the surveillance plan for Portsmith's new housing project thoroughly and made some short remarks and notes in his tidy handwriting.  He wipes away some dust and picks up some stray staples from his desk, orders his pens in a neat row, leaves his room.  All the others at the Office have already gone for the day.  Pleased with his work, he walks to Portsmith's office and leaves the folder on Charlie's desk.  As he walks past Abberline's room, he notices untidy piles of papers on the desk, and for sheer curiosity he takes a look at them, and finds at once a most disconcerting document:  Commander Portsmith has installed surveillance cameras in every room of Bournemouth House and in various other locations.  With relief, he notices that his house is not under surveillance, but Sparrow Lane is.  And one camera is set to the Apparition.  He immediately thinks of Kat and takes a copy of the document and leaves the Office for the night.*

*After preparing himself a healthy and balanced breakfast in the morning he does the dishes meticulously, thinking still about those cameras.  He decides that Kat has a right to know that her house is being watched and now that she is living in Bournemouth House, she's under constant surveillance.  Maybe it is the Inspector himself who installed the cameras?  But why the other locations as Sparrow Lane then?  He brushes his hair, looks at his coat, looks at himself with solemn dark eyes in the mirror, then picks some specks of dust from his coat and goes out to find Kat.  On his way, he goes to the florist and buys some beautiful pink carnations.  Kat is not at the Apparition, nor at Sparrow Lane.  Ichy sits down in the park to think of a good tactic to approach her at Bournemouth House, but to his great relief, he sees Abberline leave the house, smoking a cigarette, in so deep thoughts that he doesn't notice Ichy who retreats in an alleyway hastily.  Ichy watches him with distaste.  He must go drinking, where else would he go.  Ichy swallows, gathers his courage and presses the bell, hoping to find Kat.*

Kat *Wakes hearing the bell realizes at once she's alone, as she sits up she becomes aware that something's amiss.  Frowning she brings her hands up before her.  Handcuffs.  Sighs, seeing that Abby forgot to unlock them.  Calls out.*  Abby, luv ye about?  I be in need of an assist 'ere.  *Receiving no reply she checks the nightstand looking for the key.  Bell rings again.  No luck, she then discovers Abby's not in the house, neither is the key to be found.  Becomes frustrated*  Bloody 'ell!!  What am I suppose te do now.  *Once more the bell rings.  She cracks the door, sees Ichy*  Ichy?  What are ye doin' 'ere?  *Thinks of the cuffs, maybe Ichy can help.*  No, ne'er mind that.  Listen I want ye te stay right there I be not decent but don't move.  I'll be back in a shake, savvy.  *Shuts door runs upstairs when she tries to dress she runs into more difficulty.*  Blast  !* With her hands cuffed together it's nearly impossible to put anything on. Then she has an idea and starts strewing clothing from the bureau all about till she finds it.  Wouldn't be easy but with a bit of tugging and positioning, she finally managed to get it on.  Races back to the door flings it open*  Ichy, thank 'eaven's … I  be in a real fix I am.

Ichy *takes a few steps back, looks at her dress and blushes painfully*  Why - why those handcuffs?  *confused, tries first to hand the flowers to her, then puts them on the bench and takes from his pocket a small weird instrument.*  I have constructed this all by myself.  *begins to fumble with the handcuffs looking now and then behind his shoulder, finally gets her free, looks at her with anxious eyes, whispers*  I can help you to escape.  *tries not to look at her anymore*  Now you can get dressed decently.

Kat *Rubbing her wrists.*  Escape fro' what, luv?  *Realizing he's misunderstood the handcuffs*  Oh yer meanin' the cuffs.  No worries mate, it were only a game.  Abby just forgot and went off with the key is all.  *Raises eyebrow*  I think ...

Ichy:  I am sorry for calling at an inconvenient time.  *picks up the flowers again, gives them to her*  I just wanted to ... to apologize for my behaviour last time.  And tell you about a most disconcerting fact.  *glances at the handcuffs*  If you care to know.

Kat:  It be in the past best forgotten, mate.*Looking at thr flowers*  The flo'ers are very nice mate, but ye really shouldna of.  Savvy?  *Sighs*  What's worrin' yer mind, luv?  Be there spiders in the yard?

Ichy *jumps slightly at the mention of the spiders and looks around him, concerned*  Are there?  May I come in for a while?  Commander Portsmith accepted me back on duty yesterday and I discovered something ...  *suddenly he grows very pale and looks down with big eyes, then at Kat*  I think I saw a big one.  *shudders, blinks*  Did you see it?  *rushes inside, bumping into her*

Kat:  Ichy?  Ichy luv, it were no spider, I swear.  *Exasperated*  Ye can't be 'ere mate.  I'd ne'er be able te explain it.  *Calms, more kindly*  Ichy, it were only a leaf.  There be not a spider in sight, luv.

Ichy *brushing his coat, still very pale, resisting the urge to climb on the chair in the hall*  If you say so.  *remembering the cameras scans the walls of the hall*  Will you be keeping the Sparrow Lane house?  *walks further into the house, lifts a painting and looks behind it, stares at the lamp hanging from the ceiling, whispers to her*  They could be anywhere here, but they are too small to be noticed instantly.  This is not a safe place.  *fearing someone might watch and listen to them, draws her near and whispers in her ear*  This house is bug-ridden.  Not safe for you to be in.

Kat *Pulls away.  Wonders if Ichy has taken leave of his senses*  Ichy, I assure ye there be no spiders or bugs in this 'ouse.  It be entirely pest free, savvy??

Ichy *whispers*  Not so loud, they are listening, don't you understand that they can hear you and see you. *glances sideways at her dress, pulls her into a corner, whispers*  I believe this is a safe corner.  It's not the spiders here you have to watch out for.  There are small surveillance cameras all over in this house and there are cameras at Sparrow Lane.

Kat *Doubtfully*  They??  Cameras??  *Looks worriedly at Ichy.*  Ichy, I think ye should get yerself 'ome and take te yer bed.  Apparently ye've stayed out in the the sun too long.  *Nervously*  Run along, then.  I promise I be keepin' a weather eye out for them.

Ichy *still whispering, looking around him trying to locate the camera*  I will go, but remember that you are watched in every room in this house.  *glances at the handcuffs*  In every room, Kat.  *suddenly smiling*  I think I found one over there.

Kat * Looking where he indicates but sees nothing out of the ordinary. Shifts her eyes back to Ichy.* Uh-hu...I see.*Clears throat* Well I'll tell ye what.Why don't ye go on o'er there and see if ye can get a drop on 'im and I'll go for 'elp.* Ducks quickly under his arm fleeing the house.*

Ichy *takes a last look at the supposed camera and follows her fast out, sighs with relief*  I am glad that she finally understood what I meant.*  Now do you see what I meant?  Try to find the other ones as well. Don't tell him before I know more about these cameras. Be careful!  I am going now to the office.  *looks at his watch, frowns slightly, he's late* … but you can anytime call me to help you!