Near the Security Office:

Kat *sighs, responds to Abberline, looks anything but happy*  Aye, blood calls to blood ... but then that's what I thought before and he led me to you.  Best see where he takes us though.  Refugee, please do it right this time, eh?  *Refugee barks and heads off in yet another bewildering direction.*  Jeez, here we go again.  Refugee???  What are ye doin'? .... Blast!  Best follow...  *running after Refugee.  Completely disheartened, she stops and watches him bounding toward Portsmith's office and through its open door.*  He's led us astray again.  It's hopeless.  *Falls to knees, tears flowing freely, completely forgetting Abberline’s presence.*  I've failed him again.  He's going to die and I can't do anything to save him ... If he's to die, I'll die with him.  *Remembering Abberline, stands, turns to him, removing Manouche's charmed bone.  Presses it into Abberlines hands.*  Give this back to Manouche, tell her my faith is no more.  Tell her not to look for me, that she must get as far away from Deppville as she possibly can and never look back.

At Marchand’s hideout:

Manouche *regaining consciousness, groans, winces at terrible pain in her head.  Blinks, can barely see … finds herself lying on cold stone floor of strange room, in total darkness. Slowly sits up, rubbing eyes, tries to see, can only make out shadows.  Jumps at voice coming from high above somewhere, can’t tell where.*

Nate:  Finally awake, I see.  I hope you find the accommodations to your liking.

Manouche *looks around, tries to sound fierce, ignoring pain*  Wh-where are ye, y’coward?  What’re y’afraid of, eh?

Nate:  My, you wake up grouchy, don’t you?  I wouldn’t start out with the name-calling right off the bat, you’re hardly in a position to be disagreeable.  Never mind where I am.  What’s important is that I know where YOU are.  You won’t get away this time. I’ve taken the precautions I should’ve taken before.  It’s really not so bad.  You’ll find you have a few rooms at your disposal.  Not that there’s much in them of worth or comfort, but beggars can’t be choosers, and you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you, filthy Gypsy sinner.  Enjoy the daylight hours, because it’s the only light you’ll have.  Nights are long this time of year, too … what a pity.

Manouche:  Wh-where am I?

Nate: *laughs*  Ahhh, there it is, the line I’ve been waiting for!  That’s what you were supposed to ask when you first came to!  You should pay more attention to the movies.  I confess, those classic movies are a passion of mine.  Matter of fact, I indulged another movie device a little while ago … you’ll find your ring is missing …  *Manouche quickly looks at hand, Nate laughs*  I SO wanted to include the finger with my note to your Mr. Blake.  What a lovely Valentine that would’ve been for him.  However, Marchand made it clear that your blood is not to be spilled until we have the final missing member of our little party … that whore, Kat.  I must admit, I was disappointed, since his instructions delay some of the activities I had planned for you.  But don’t worry, there are other things we can do to pass the time without spilling your blood … I have lots of ideas …

Manouche:  Y’ son of a bitch …  *trembling, wants to break down at thoughts of Blake, tries to keep voice steady*  Aye, good luck pinnin’ Kat down.  She’s quicksilver, that’un.  I can’t find her half th’ time I’m lookin’ for ‘er, an’ I know Deppville like th’ back o’ me hand.

Nate:  Oh, I imagine she'll surrender herself very soon.

Manouche *tries to laugh*  Fer ME?  Y’must be jokin’, she won’t do that.

Nate:  Don’t flatter yourself.  Well, I guess I shouldn’t say that.  You have a surprising number of loyal friends.  Heaven only knows why they wish to waste their time concerning themselves with the welfare of Gypsy scum, but they do.  However, I think you can safely cross Wonka off your list.  Knowing his wife almost died because of you … I’m sure he’s counting his blessings now, to be rid of you once and for all.  Not that you’ll ever have the chance to find out.  Anyway, I digress.  I’m not worried about finding Kat.  I’m sure she’ll come running, not for you, but for the bastard.

Manouche *scornfully*  Y’shouldn’t talk so low o’ yerself, mate!  *winces, brings hands to head*

Nate:  Very funny.  Look around you, vermin, you’ll see what I’m talking about.  It’s a shame Madame took her leave, it would’ve been a pleasure to include her in our plans. But no worries, we now have two out of three … and Kat will make three …

Manouche:  T-two … outta …

Nate:  I decided to do something extra-nice for you, I don’t know what possessed me … after I knocked you out, when I searched you, I left you with a few cigarettes and matches.  I removed everything else, no matter how unassuming in appearance … you won’t find so much as a speck of lint in your pockets.  It’ll be interesting to watch you here.  I have no doubt you’ll try to think of a way to escape, but as you’ll see, it’s impossible.  The walls are thick, solid stone … the windows are small, very high up and barred.  Even if you were to somehow escape this structure, you have no idea of your location ... we’re far from Deppville, that much I’ll tell you.  Last but not least, you have no weapon.  And now, dear lady, I’m afraid I must take your leave for awhile, but I promise not to stay away too long.  I suggest you get some rest.  I want you in fine voice tomorrow for what I have planned for you.  Just a prelude to the ceremonies once Kat arrives.  Pleasant dreams, Gypsy scum.  *laughs, laugh fades as he moves away*

Manouche *bravado leaves her, and she sinks to her knees, tears running down her face, whispers*  Oh, me William Blake, I’m so sorry … Madame, Willy, mate …  *starts to sob, checks it, stubbornly refusing to let Nate – or anyone else who might be observing – to hear.  Reaches into pockets, finds everything gone except cigarettes and matches, as Nate said; takes one out, lights match, holds it to cigarette, then starts violently as she hears something nearby.*  B-blimey … ouch!  *drops match quickly, wrings burnt fingertips.  Lights second match, holds it up, eyes widen as the dim light reveals a dark-eyed little boy about age ten, staring at her solemnly, sitting against the far wall, his arms wrapped around himself very tight.  Manouche stands up, slowly moves closer to boy, speaks softly as she sees him shrink back further*  Easy, lil’ one … *Looks him over quickly before match goes out*  Blimey, what’re you doin’ in this ‘orrible place … *Remembers what Nate said, feels chill run down her spine*  Y-you must be th’ third he were talkin’ about, along with Kat an’ meself.  That slimy bastard, damn him t’ the bloody depths … oh, apologies, luv, I should mind me language.  *Realizes absurdity of this concern, considering their situation.  Pushes aside her terror, tries to sound comforting*  N-no worries, lil’ mate, someone’ll come fer us, I know it.  Nothin’ t’ be afraid of …

Boy *voice quivering with fear*  I- I - I’m not afraid.

Manouche *blinks away tears at stubborn pride in the little voice*  No, I don’t reckon y’ are, at that.  *Looks up as clouds outside clear a little, moonlight comes in through tiny windows high above*  Thank th’ stars, a little light … *Looks back at boy, who’s now studying her as carefully as she’s studying him.  She takes in his longish, straight, black hair, deep brown eyes.*  There’s somethin’ familiar about ye, but I can’t clock it.  Are – are y’ sound?  Y-yer not hurt, are ye?

Boy *shakes head, trembling* 

Manouche *holds out hand to him*  Name’s Manouche, at yer service.  What can I be callin’ ye, mate?

Boy *still wary, but reaches for her hand, eyes locked with hers*  White Raven.

Manouche *very gently closes her hand over his, whispers*  By th’ powers … *Remembers experience in Fiji … the baby, the white raven flying away.  Shakes head*  What I wouldn’t give fer that feather right now.  But Nate would’ve taken it, anyway.  *Sighs, looks at him, puts on a smile*  That’s a beautiful name, son.  S’pose we should try t’ get as comfortable as we can.  *Eyes growing used to dark, with help from moonlight, is able to make out other things in room.  Notices bundle in corner, a bed of sorts, straw, a blanket or two, piled together.*  That yer kip over there?

White Raven *nods, still very solemn, stands up, still holding her hand, leads her over to it.  Takes her by the arm, seats her, makes sure she’s comfortable, then sits across from her, cross-legged.*

Manouche *smothers combination of tears and grin at his gentlemanly manner of taking care of her, swallows*  D-did Nate bring ye here?  Where’s yer parents?

White Raven:  He brought me here.  B-but … I’m not afraid.  Don’t know my father … my mother had a broken spirit, that’s what True Dreamer tol’ me.

Manouche *dying of curiosity, tries to keep voice calm and soft*  True Dreamer?  That’s a pretty name, too.  She a sister, or an’ auntie?  *He shakes his head*  Ah, so she jus’ took care o’ ye, as it were.  Tell me about ‘er.

White Raven *staring at her, moves forward, sits closer in front of her, takes both her hands in his small ones, holds them tight.  Manouche feels dizziness, at first thinks it’s from her ordeal, then realizes a vision is coming to her … jumbled images of White Raven and beautiful native woman with kind face, their small home some distance from others of their community, though not ostracized … as if they were still a part of things but living apart from the others agreeably, by choice for unknown reason.  Vision is so pleasant and sweet, Manouche starts to feel lulled.  Then the feeling changes abruptly, images become murky, dark … dizziness increases, as if in a small boat caught up in a sudden violent storm.  She hears the beautiful woman screaming; sees underbrush as if racing through it, can feel it scratching bare feet.  Comes upon the woman lying on ground in a pool of blood, shadowy figure standing over her, laughing … Nate’s laugh … rough hands reach out, carry White Raven away … *

Manouche:  Ohhhh, bloody 'ell ..... Blast!  *Reels, nearly falls back, opens eyes, is back in present.  White Raven squeezing her hands very tight, still looking at her with same solemn expression as before … except now, the large dark eyes fill with tears.*  Oh, no … Nate killed this True Dreamer, didn’t he?  An’ then he kidnapped ye?  Ahh, I’m so sorry, c’mere, mate …  *Forgets all about caution or fear of scaring him, gently pulls him to her; he comes willingly, she holds him in her arms.*

White Raven *sobbing, though voice barely above a whisper*  I- I- I’m not afraid, he can only do harm in this life … he has no spirit … I – I miss her … I want T-True D-d-Dreamer …

Manouche *Holds him close, kisses top of his head*  Aye, I know yer not afraid, yer th’ bravest lil’ fighter I’ve seen in a long time, per’aps ever.  An’ yer right … once ol’ Nate’s done here, he’s done.  But you an' me, an’ me mates back home … an’ True Dreamer … we’ll go on an’ on.  We ‘ave it all over him, don’t we?  Very wise fer ye t’ know that.  This True Dreamer, she taught ye well, luv.  There, there, no worries, ye’ll see her again.  *Squeezes him, releases him and helps him stretch out, takes end of her sash, wipes his face gently.  Takes coat off, settles next to him, draws coat over them both.  He snuggles up to her.*  Can y’sleep, lil’ one?  Y’look all in.  Things always look brighter after some rest, savvy?  How ‘bout a song?  Let’s see … *Tries to think of something, starts singing first song that comes into her head … *

When I first came to London I was only sixteen
With a fiver in my pocket and my ol’ dancin’ bag
I went down to the dilly to check out the scene
But I soon ended up upon the old main drag

There the he-males and the she-males paraded in style …

*Sees his questioning look, reconsiders*  Ooops!  Noo, I reckon that ain’t very appropriate fer kiddies, is it?  Lessee … *Thinks of another, starts to sing … *

I met her in a club down in old Soho

Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca Cola

C-O-L-A Cola

She walked up to me and she asked me to dance

I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"

L-O-L-A, Lola …… la-la-la-la Lola …

*Notices his expression again, stops herself*  Blast!  *Goes to smack forehead, gets hand caught up in loose sleeve of coat, hits herself in the eye with cuff button.*  Ow!  *White Raven giggles, she grins at him.*  Well, yer not th’ first to ‘ave a laugh at me expense!  *Squeezes him, thinks what a beautiful smile he has, decides not to mention it.*  Lessee, think, Manouche, think … *brightens*  Ahh, this’ll work.  *sings very quietly*

Deeper waters flowed, recently it showed, tryin' to cover your head
Tryin' to frighten you, tryin' to fight with you, really gettin' you scared
But don't you worry, you love of mine / Pretty soon it will all be fine
And we'll just go on

You won't stand up, you won't sit down, your head's a mile above the ground
And though we tend to scold you now / I couldn't start to tell you how
We couldn't start to tell you how / There's just no way to say how much

we love you
You, little Dennis, you / You're full of new surprise
Love you / You, little Dennis with the rascal in your eyes
Will you pick up your toys, will you be a good boy?
Will you please … please …
There's a way … there's a way ... If you'll play … if you'll stay
There's a way through … there's a way to ... take away blue … take away blue …

Hours later:

Nate:  Get up.

Manouche *winces at Nate’s rough kick to her shoulder.  Opens eyes sleepily, sees gray daylight filtering through tiny windows.  Sees Nate standing over them, pointing gun.  Quickly wraps arms protectively around White Raven, who’s sleeping soundly.*  Get away from him, y’ bastard –

Nate:  I’m not here for him, I’m here for you.  We have a date, remember?  Don’t worry about him.  Marchand wants the brat for his soul.  He doesn’t want him tampered with.  The more pure, the better.  You, that’s another story.  There’s nothing pure about you, is there?  *sneers*  Let’s go.

Manouche *glares at him, remembering visions*  Keep it down, I don’t want him even seein’ ye.  *Carefully disengages herself from White Raven, wraps coat around him, kisses him.  Stands, Nate grabs her, shoves her across room and out door.*

Near the Security Office:

Abberline *looks at Kat with suspicion and disbelief*  Kat, this does not make sense, and though I got to say that I am used to it, I just can't leave it all like that.  So what are you going to do when you meet him, sacrifice yourself just like a lamb?  You don't have any weapons and I doubt you have any plan either.  You decline all the time my help and praise someone who let that crook loose from prison.  Right, you want a fainting buffoon and decline my help all the time.  Let's go.  We may be short of time.

Blake *runs up to them, breathless, looking very distraught*  Kat, Abberline, am I glad to see you two.  Maybe you can help, I don't know what to do.  Nate has Manouche, I got this.  *holds out note, looks around*  Where's Refugee?

Kat *stares at Blake in horror*  He has Manouche??  *closes eyes, hangs head.*  Seems I bring death to all I 'old dear.  *looks at Abberline*  Ye should be giving thanks that I avoid looking at ye for Marja's sake.  *turns to Blake*  I know not what to do.  My .... I mean, the child and I would have been at least kept alive as long as Manouche were free,  though I can only imagine the torments Nate would have devised.  But this changes everything.  Marchand would kill us all.  Abberline, any help you have to give.  I beg you for it now.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Willy and Madame both cuddle together in their bed, not very late, but both spending time together after Madame's recent trauma.  Madame sleeps, Willy strokes her hair and holds a letter in his hand, picks it up and reads it again*

Dear Willy and Madame,

Manouche left a note saying she was coming to see you last night.  I know these things happen sometimes, but she hasn’t returned … I’ve been to the factory several times today, unable to find a trace of the three of you.  I’ve been all over town and, of the people I asked, none had seen you.  Please, please contact me right away, I’m sick with worry.

Blake

*Willy puts letter back down, tears in eyes, thinks of Manouche*  I'm sorry Blake, I love Manouche, I really do.  *Madame sighs, moves a bit in her sleep, Willy holds her closer, kisses the top of her head*  But I don't want to lose her again …

At Marchand’s hideout:

Manouche *slowly opens eyes, not sure where she is – lying in a room, dark except for one candle.  Makes out shadowy form sitting next to her.  Squeezes eyes shut, opens again, smiles broadly*  Alifi!  By th’ bloody powers, that really you?

Alifi *smiles, eyes concerned*  I can’t stay.  I’ve come to remind you … don’t forget the things we talked about.  You’ve forgotten something.

Manouche:  I –I’m not doin’ very well, am I?  Truth be told, I’ve bollocksed up th’ works good an’ proper.

Alifi:  You saved Madame, didn’t you?  That means you saved the twins, and essentially Willy, too.  Four lives, Manouche.  Don’t lose heart, you’re doing very well.  But … you’ve forgotten something.  Also, pay close attention to the boy.  He’s very special, there’s more to him than you realize … more to him than he realizes.  No worries, it’ll come to you.

Manouche *whispers*  Please don’t leave me.

Alifi *smiles, brings hands up, places them on either side of Manouche’s face, their touch cool and soothing.  Manouche suddenly feels herself in Blake’s arms, sees his face.  She smiles contentedly, closes her eyes for awhile …

Later:

*Manouche awakens to a world of pain, lying on straw and blanket bed in the dark, stone room, covered with another blanket.  Slowly opens eyes, feels them burning, works to focus … becomes aware of cool damp cloth being pressed gently to her face.  Eyesight gradually clears, sees White Raven kneeling next to her, staring at her quietly, dabbing at her face, then rinsing the cloth in a small basin of water by his side.  She tries to lift her head up, every movement painful effort.  Looks around, sees they have a candle; rest of room is in darkness.  Sniffs air, smells food; feels acute hunger and revulsion at same time.*  Cheers, lil’ mate, tha’ feels good.  Um, was … was some’ne else ‘ere?  *shakes head slightly over confusing memory of Alifi*  Muss’a been dreamin’.  H-how long ‘ave I been out?  *Speech sounds slurred and far away; brings hand up, feels swelling around jaw*  Blimey, I mus’ be a sight.  *Waves hand in the air*  No worries, mate, it weren’t so bad … human body, it ‘as amazin’ healin’ po’ers, savvy?  *Blinks, looks at hand, frowning at makeshift splint on one finger.*

White Raven *continuing to wash her wounds*  It looked broken, I set it in case it is.  True Dreamer, she taught me 'bout splints.

Manouche *vague memory rumbles in back of her mind; pushes thought away, tries to keep voice light.*  Ah, well, reckon I won’t be playin’ guitar fer a time.  All o’ Deppville heaves a collec’tive sigh o’ relief.  *pauses*  Say, mate, could y’ cigarette me?  Th’s some in m’ coat, there’s a good lad.  *White Raven reaches for her coat, digs in pockets, pulls out cigarette and matches, lights it*  No no, don’ be doin’ tha’ – it ain’ good fer y’, yer too young.  *Tries to lean forward to stop him, moans, falls back.*

White Raven *puts cigarette in her mouth, takes up cloth again.*  We have some food … you should eat something.

Manouche *closes eyes*  D-don’t think I could keep anythin’ down …

White Raven:  We have a little rum, too.  *smiles the tiniest of smiles*

Manouche *coughs violently on cigarette*  Rum!  Owww ….  Oh, blimey, luv, hand ‘er over!

White Raven:  Not unless you try an’ eat.

Manouche *mumbles*  Lil’ beggar …  Right, y’ave me o’er a barrel.  T-to what d’ we owe th’ comforts?

White Raven:  Nate got in trouble … with Marchand.  *Sees her gazing at him questioningly, sighs, puts cloth down.  Takes her hands in his, somewhat reluctantly, locks his eyes with hers.  Manouche feels the dizziness coming on again, closes eyes.  Sees no visuals this time, all is dark … but Nate’s and Marchand’s voices come through loud and clear:*

Marchand:  WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE??  I told you, no bloodshed till we have all three and I’m ready to start the process.

Nate *sounding very scared*  Th-that wasn’t supposed to happen …

Marchand:  Well what did you think would happen?  You stupid mongrel!  I should exterminate you right now.  I told you again and again, have your fun, but no bloodshed.  Once it’s time for the bloodletting, you can do anything you want with her.  Take her back to the boy, NOW.  Make sure he has what he needs to see to her comfort.  Let him take care of her, you keep your distance.  And you better DAMN WELL hope she survives.  If she doesn’t … everything you just put her through will seem like an outing in the park compared to what I’ll do to you.  Don’t cross me again, you miserable parasite.

Manouche *shaking*  Oh god ……  *The two voices fade away, she slowly opens eyes, sees the room as before, White Raven still clutching her hands.*  Oh, lil’ mate, how d’ye ‘ave that in yer head?

White Raven *voice quivering*  I- I dunno, it’s just there.  I heard it … an’ then he brought you back soon after, with all this stuff.

Manouche:  Y’ … ye heard it?? …  *Looks at him carefully*  Blimey, what IS it ‘bout ye …  *Feels weary from the effort, settles back again, face ashen.*  Lissen, lil’ one, I swear I’ll ‘ave a bite, promise … but y’think we could break open tha’ rum now?  Juss’ a dram.  *eyes fill with tears*  I -I’m in fierce need … t’ ease th’ pain a bit, s-savvy?

White Raven *nods, stands, goes to table with food and other items, grabs bottle, brings it back to her.  Helps her sit up a little, every movement agony, but she tries not to let on to him.*

Manouche:  Ch-cheers, mate.  *manages a smile, drinks gratefully, feels some of the trembling subsiding.  Looks at him, thinks a moment, then hands bottle to him.*  Join me, luv?  Juss’ a taste, now.  I know it ain’t right, y’ too young … but … well, if y’ain’t earn’d it now, I dunno when y’will.  *Hands bottle to him, he takes a small drink; she laughs, watching him try to decide whether to look grown-up and cool, or let on that he’s not sure what he thinks of it.*  S’good t’see ye look like a boy, lad!  *smiles gratefully*  Yer takin’ real good care o’ me.  True Dreamer’s lookin’ down so proud o’ye right now.  *takes another drink, eyes him carefully again*  Wish I knew …  *thinks of Alifi’s words again*  Wh-what am I fergettin’ …..  *Feels herself fading away, tries to say something else to White Raven, slips into unconsciousness.*

White Raven *takes bottle from her, sniffs it, takes another sip, grimaces.  Sets it on floor, leans forward, very carefully hugs her.  Sits back, pulls blanket down a little, gently checks makeshift dressing he put over a portion of her forearm; pulls it back, stares solemnly at the ugly red “P” burned into her arm.

Near the Security Office:

Abberline *takes note from Blake.*  So Kat, you would have run straight into his trap.  He knows that you will rush there and try to foolishly either free him or, what's more likely, sacrifice yourself instead of him (***sidenote by Portsmith,only a Virgo with Moon in Pisces would ever even contemplate such a stupid thing****), and that is exactly what he is waiting for.  You have no chance.  Alone.  *turns to Blake*  You have to find Godley.  And Donnie, and tell him to take his gun with him.  *He takes a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket and scribbles some letters hastily on it, then folds it and gives it to Blake.*  And give this to Dean Corso.  We can fight Nate with our guns but we can't beat Marchand with ordinary weapons.  But we can distract him for a while.  *He snaps his fingers to Refugee, pulls a small pistol from his pocket, and turns once again to look at Kat intensely*  Time to go.  One more thing, Kat.  Before we go, I need to know that you trust me completely.  I know how to handle this situation, but I can't do it without you.

Blake *takes paper, nods*  I'll try to find 'em as quick as I can.  Stay here, don't leave without us, I don't know where we're going.  *pauses, looks at Abberline*  Much obliged, Inspector.  Thanks for helpin' me get my girl back.  *Turns, heads toward town.*

Kat:  I'd be for trusting the Devil if it could save them.  No worries, I'll do what's needful.  But if he sees that I be not alone, I fear that the boy and Manouche will suffer for it.

Abberline *sighs*  We won't be parading straight to the gates.  I can see him, he knows that you are near and he is waiting, but despite his talent, there are things he won't be able to see.  Or know.  I can see something white, sharp …

Next day – Marchand’s hideout:

Manouche *wakes up to smell of coffee.  Opens eyes, sees White Raven pick up large white mug with steam rising out of it, and bring it over to her*  Blimey, coffee?  Seems like years since I ‘ad coffee.  But it were only a few days ago, weren’t it?  Back on me ship.  *voice trails off at thoughts of home and Blake.  She slowly sits up, White Raven sets cup down and helps her.*  Ah, ta, mate.  *He hands her the coffee, she sniffs it appreciatively*  One o’ me favorite smells in known universe, this.  *sips carefully*

White Raven:  Y’feel better?

Manouche *nods*  I were ‘avin’ th’ nicest dream.  I saw a house … it were a pretty lil’ white house wit’ lotssa windows, pretties’ thing y’ever saw … an’ it belong’d t’ me an’ me Mr. Blake.  Fancy, me livin’ in a house wit’ a fine man.  Gol, I hated t' wake up.  *sighs*  Mr. Blake ... I don’ s’pose he’d like much about me now, th’ way I muss’ look.  I ---  *Voice cuts off as she notices dressing on arm.  Looks at it, puzzled, then starts to vaguely remember.*  Oh, b-bloody ‘ell …  *lowers head*

White Raven:  It was good, the way you handled that.

Manouche *looks at him*  Wh-what’re y’talkin’ about?

White Raven:  That.  *Points to her arm*  I heard that, too.  I’ve always done this, I hear an’ know things.

Manouche:  An’ y’share ‘em in visions …

White Raven *shrugs*  Only been able t’ do that with two people, True Dreamer an’ you.

Manouche *points at arm*  So wh-what about this?  *Quickly puts hand up*  Y’ don’ need t’ show me, juss’ tell me.

White Raven:  I wouldn’t make you go through it again.  You … you don’t remember, you’ve blocked it out.  But it was smart, what you did.  He wanted to put a W on you … for a bad word … he said he was gonna do it so everybody’d see it an’ know what you are.  An’ you begged him, do anything but a P, ‘cause that stands for … another bad word … that you said would be more to your disgrace than a W.  So he did it, ‘cause he thought you didn’t want it.  But you did want it … if it had to be anything … ‘cause you knew you’d have to live with it, an’ this way you could tell people it stands for ‘pirate.’  D’ you remember?

Manouche *nods slowly, eyes wide*  Aye, I remember.  Y –you heard all that?

White Raven *nods*  After that, it’s all black, till … till Marchand came.  I think you passed out …

Manouche *hands shaking slightly, wraps them around coffee mug.*  Best not be thinkin’ too much on all that, son.  It’s nothin’ fer a boy yer age t’ be thinkin’ about.  *Swallows, manages a smile*  Anyway, I reckon Marchand put quite th’ fear o’ th’ almighty in ol’ Nate, eh?  Treatin’ us like regular houseguests compared t’ before, ain’t he?  Coffee, food, th’ lot.  *Looks over, sees tears in the large, dark eyes*  Aww, c’mon, lil’ mate!  What is it?

White Raven *stubborn little voice*  I’m – I’m not afraid …

Manouche *sets coffee down, moving slowly, still in pain … reaches out for him, brings him next to her, arms around him*  ‘Course y’ain’t.  An’ fer that I’m glad, luv, ‘cause y’ set a good example fer me, savvy?  When I feel th’ ol’ panic settin’ in, one look at ye sets me straight.  Y’must ‘ave some pirate in ye.  *Grins, winks*  That’s a compliment, son, in case y’ were wond’rin’.  *Leans over, grabs coffee, drinks, other arm still around him.*

White Raven: It ne’er be over.

Manouche *chokes on coffee, sets cup down, coughing and spluttering*  Wh-what – what’d ye …. Blimey!  *Coughing subsides, she wipes her streaming eyes, turns him to her, looks intently into his face*  Gol, I muss’ be hearin’ things … y’ sounded juss’ like … *thinks of Kat*

White Raven:  Manouche, who’s Gili?

Manouche *looks at him sharply*  Gili … oh, by th’ powers … ah, why d’ye ask?

White Raven:  He had somethin’ of yours, now he doesn’t have it anymore.  He’s tryin’ to help, but he’s alone.

Manouche *swallows, takes his hands in hers*  Go on, luv, share with me.  M-maybe it’ll make y’feel better.

*White Raven raises head, locks eyes with hers as before, concentrates.  Manouche braces for dizzy feeling, starts to tremble, closes eyes.  Sees what appears to be thick fog, then racing through landscape at low level dog’s-eye point of view … *  Blimey, Refugee …  *Fog clears a little, sees familiar sights of Deppville, rushing by … jumble of faces.  Feels comforted to see Madame safe and sound, concerned to see Willy wrestling with guilt.*  Let it go, brother, y' had no choice.  *Sees Blake, Kat, Abberline … pauses on Abberline, feels his talent for visions pulling her at first, followed by brilliant flashes of light, effects as if they hurt her eyes, though her eyes are closed … followed by murky blood-red … nothing … stark white object piercing the dark, coming closer, looks like a long, white bone … accelerates speed, closer, closer, as it comes closer, Manouche can see it has blood on it … high-pitched sound in distance grows louder, like squealing metal against metal, then starts to resemble a scream … *

Manouche *cries out, forces her eyes open, looks at White Raven while still clutching his hands, sees his face has changed to Alifi's*  Oh, my god …

Alifi:  Don’t lose heart.  They’re trying to save you.  There’s something you can do, but it’s not time yet.  You must remember, so you’ll know, when it’s time.  Remember …

Manouche *closes eyes*  S-STOP, NO MORE –  *cries out again, feels everything shake around her, like a sonic boom, falls back painfully on the bed, breathing heavily.  Slowly opens eyes, sees the room, White Raven leaning over her, staring anxiously.*  D-do ye … d-ye understand any of it, luv?  Wh-what’s it all mean?  Ohh, blast …  *moans, holds burned arm carefully as brand suddenly throbs with great intensity.*

White Raven:  I don’t know who they are, th’ people we saw.  S-s-someone knows where we are …

Manouche *stares at him, eyes wide*  But h-how can …  *Takes deep breath, grabs opportunity for something to cheer them both*  Aye, w-well, ‘s like I said all along, innit?  They’ll come fer us, y’ll see.  We’ll get out o’ this.

White Raven:  That man loves you.  *Touches her burned arm gently*  He don’t care about this.

Manouche *eyes fill with tears, takes him in her arms, hugs him close*

Marchand *watching them from high above, nods, satisfied*  I’ve chosen well.  Their powers combined are extraordinary.  *Turns, looks through another window that faces outdoors, gazes down the road leading to the structure.*  Patience, she’ll be along … she has no choice.  Patience.  *Continues to watch road.  Holds up long staff made of bone, caresses the handle.*

At Corso’s house:

*in the meanwhile, Dean Corso wakes from his uneasy sleep to a knock at the door, he grabs his glasses and stumbles up, fumbles for his cigs but can't find them*  Look, whoever you are I am not here. And if you come from Portsmith you can tell her that I will not take part in her schemes any more.  *He starts as someone soflty opens the door to the kitchen*

Portsmith *steps into the light*  Ah, but you will, Dean. And your green-eyed wench has been very helpful, hehe.  Even the Devil has her prize.  *She has an old book bound in black leather.*

Corso:  But ... but ... you said that you won't bother with Kat ....

Portsmith *waves his words away. The knock is repeated and she goes for the door*  That's William Blake, I see.  Thank you.  *she grabs the note, unfolds it, reads it, slams the door on poor William.*  You see, there are more lives at stake.  Get dressed.

Blake *stares at closed door, open-mouthed*  PORTSMITH!  Oh, god, what the hell's going on?  *Starts to pound on door demanding explanation, thinks better of it, takes off. 

Near Security Office:

Blake *heads back to where he left Kat and Abberline, sees Refugee running toward him.*  Refugee, c'mere boy!  *Refugee runs up to him, lips pulled back in a grin, tail wagging.*  C'mon, let's find Kat an' Abberline.  Or if we can't ... I have an idea ...

At Corso’s house:

Corso: Are you sure that you want to do this?

Portsmith: Shut up and keep reading.  *opens a bag and picks an object that looks like a wooden box with
odd carvings*

Corso *nervous, glancing at box*  Oh no!  Where did you get that from!  They were supposed to be destroyed a long time ago!

Portsmith:  This is the genuine thing, the last one left.  A soul box from Fiji.

Near Security Office:

Blake *runs up to Kat and Abberline as they’re headed for the woods*  Kat, I have to talk to you, NOW.  I have an idea, but I need Refugee.  He’s run off again, back to Portsmith’s office, what’s his fascination?  C’mon, I need you.  *Looks at Abberline apologetically.*  Sorry, Inspector, there’s been a change in plans.  *Grabs her, runs in opposite direction, leaving Abberline staring after them.  Takes Kat back to Libertine Trailer.  They board ship, he leads her to high security cabin, where she’d stayed before, locks them both inside.  He turns to look at her, desperation in his eyes.*  Here’s what we need to do.  You’re the only one who knows where we need to go.  I don’t trust Portsmith, I don’t trust anyone else.  We both have people we care about there, let’s go save ‘em.  *Tells her his plan*

At Marchand’s hideout:

Marchand *still gazing out window, eyes widen as he sees a lone figure coming down road.*  There she is.  Ahh, good things do come to those who wait.  *sweeps out of room.*

Manouche *napping, jumps at sound of door opening.  Opens eyes, looks at White Raven next to her, wraps arms around him protectively.  Door opens, Marchand and Nate enter.  Her face goes pale at the sight of Marchand, who she’s never seen before – huge, looming figure, resembling a human being, but not quite … ominous, overpowering … at the same time, something vulnerable … and it hits her.*  By th’ bloody powers … Y’ need us t’ keep alive, don’t ye?  I mean – I reckon I clocked that all along, but … well, t’see ye here …  *starts to tremble violently*

Marchand:  Head of your class, as always.  Yes, and it’s time.  Our third party is on her way up to the door right now, even as we speak.

Manouche:  K-Kat?  *tears fill her eyes*  Noo, she wouldn’t, yer bluffin’, y’ bastard …  *She looks at staff Marchand is holding, made of a long bone; remembers her vision, her trembling increases.*

Marchand:  I’m not bluffing, as you say.  To what purpose?  I wouldn’t harm you while waiting on our final component, I need you alive.  Now that she’s here … well, it’s time.  So please come quietly, don’t make a scene.  It’s over.  Nate.

Manouche *still in severe pain, leaps from the bed, backs away, clutching White Raven in her arms.*  NO! BLOODY DEVIL, STAY BACK!  *shakes White Raven, he wakes up.*  White Raven … BLIMEY, WHITE RAVEN …  *Starts to remember … whispers in boy’s ear*  Y’can do it, lil’ mate.  Up there, th’ window …  *Squeezes him, kisses him on the cheek … then with all her might, she throws him up in the air.  He seems to hang suspended for a moment, then shifts into a beautiful white raven, flies out the window.*

Marchand *horrible, unintelligible sound comes out, followed by deadly quiet voice*  DAMN GYPSY TRASH.  Nate, bring her along, I’ve had enough.  Do whatever you want to her, just get me her blood.

Nate *grabs Manouche, she cries out in pain, struggles against his iron grip*  Now, where were we when we left off, darling?  *Twists her arm behind her back, brings another arm around her throat, choking her.*

Manouche *can barely breathe, sees White Raven fly back through window, swooping down to attack Nate, who curses.  Then she remembers ... and tears of relief spill down her face.*  Oh, thank th’ bloody stars …  *takes a deep breath, utters the words from the piece of paper Alifi gave her in Fiji … the one she destroyed after memorizing the Medieval French Rom exorcism chant it contained:

Taupes et mulots,
Sortez de vas clos,
Sinon je vous brulerai la bathe et les os!!

Marchand *howls, shakes from top to bottom, affecting the entire room like a tremor.  Throws Nate off balance, Manouche twists loose, hits him with all she’s got.  He drops to the floor, groaning.  She runs for the door, stops only for a moment and stares in horror at Marchand’s changing shape, his fury manifesting in hideous colors, pustules, and an overwhelming stench that fills the room.  She takes a deep breath, dashes for the door, past Marchand, who tries in vain to reach for her with a dripping clawlike appendage.  She runs out, up a long staircase, to a huge wooden door, pushes at it, sobbing when it doesn’t open.*  Oh, GOD …  *Hears a gunshot from the other side of the door, stands back.  Gunshot breaks lock, door is pulled open, Manouche stares in disbelief at the sight of Blake, gun smoking, Kat and Refugee behind him.*  OH, LOVE …  *Runs to him, sobbing, Blake wraps arms around her tight.  Looks up, sees Nate coming, pulls Manouche aside, takes aim, shoots, hitting him in the kneecap.  Nate screams, drops to the floor.  Refugee shifts into horse, kneels down; Kat climbs on, Blake scoops Manouche up in his arms and climbs on behind Kat.  Refugee runs as fast as he can … followed by a white raven on high, flying at top speed.

Manouche *feels dizziness, White Raven swoops down, nestles in her arms.  She hears a voice somewhere between Kat's and the boy's:

They're both still alive.  It ne'er be over.

*Manouche closes hands gently, protectively over White Raven.  Looks up, catches Kat's eye, sees something in her expression she can't quite make out, but smiles at her reassuringly.  She leans her head against Blake's chest, and slips into unconsciousness ... another smile lights her features even in her unconscious state as Refugee approaches The Libertine Trailer.  They dismount, he shifts back to dog, they board ship, locking doors tight behind them.*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Manouche *stirs, opens eyes, waits for them to focus on cold, stone room with tiny, high windows.  Sees her own room on The Libertine Trailer, feels her pillow beneath her head, smells the sea air wafting in through the window, eyes fill with tears.  Turns painfully, sees Blake standing in doorway, face filled with concern.  Heart overflowing in her chest, but fearful, feeling shame from her time with Nate.  Murmurs quietly, catch in her voice*  M-Mr. Blake, I presume …

Blake *slowly crosses the room, sits on side of bed next to her, studies her for a moment.  Takes her very gently in his arms, kisses her tenderly.*  I believe I owe you a Valentine dinner at Chez Roux, when you feel up to it.

Manouche *gazes into his eyes for a moment, then turns away*  I- I ain’t what I was, love.

Blake:  What’re you talkin’ about?  You’re still a pirate, right?

Manouche:  Aye.

Blake:  You’re still captain of this ship, The Libertine Trailer, right?

Manouche:  Aye.

Blake:  You’re still French Romany, right?  You still play guitar and sing songs, right?

Manouche:  In a manner o’ speakin’.  Aye.

Blake:  You still trip, knock things over once in awhile, you still savor your rum, right?  You still make a Kir Royale like nobody’s business, right?

Manouche *still avoiding his eyes, grins*  Aye.

Blake *pauses*  You – you’re still in love with William Blake.  Right?

Manouche *turns back to him, whispers*  With every fibre, as it were.  B-but … Nate, he …

Blake:  Hang Nate.  Matter of fact, that’s a damn good idea.  *Smiles slightly, tries to calm the rage he’s feeling inside toward Nate.*  Honey, I don’t care what happened with him.  If he turned you inside out, you’d still be my girl.

Manouche:  It ain’t over, y’know.  Both of ‘em, still alive.  I were hopin’ that chant would finish Marchand, but it only bought me some time.  Per’aps nothin’s changed.  They could come fer me again, y’ don’t need that in yer life.  Besides … *tears fill her eyes*  That vision I ‘ad in Fiji … where y’ an’ Willy was at th’ lockup …

Blake:  That was like a bad dream, honey, forget it.

Manouche:  Nate were tellin’ ye not t' cast yer lot w’ me, find yerself a nice girl.  I’m- I’m damaged goods, darlin’ …

Blake *places fingertips over her lips*  If you’re gonna start listenin’ more to that psycho than you’re gonna listen to me, we don’t stand a chance.  *Sits back slightly, still holding her in his arms, looks at her carefully*  I see an cut lip an’ ugly bruise that are healing, I see tired, careworn eyes that need rest, I see tangled hair that needs a good wash an’ brush.  I’ve heard about a bad burn that I haven’t seen yet, because it doesn’t matter.  *She starts to turn her head, he gently turns her face back toward him.*  I see a woman who cares about her friends, who cares about her man … who cares about a child she never even met till they were thrown together … a woman who cares about the welfare of a whole town, for the simple fact that it’s home an’ she’s never learned to take that for granted.  All I see is all I want.  *shrugs*  I see my girl … an’ you’re just gonna have to deal with that, Captain Manouche Roussel.

Manouche *whispers*  A-are y’ sure?  *Blake nods, kisses her again.  Releases her, they gaze into each others’ eyes.*  Well, can’t say I didn’t try t’ warn ye.  I can only assume yer too daft t’ follow me good advice an’ ferget y’ ever knew me.  An’ I’m happy, proud, an’ grateful fer that, Mr. William Blake.  *He draws her close, holds her quietly for a moment*  Blimey, White Raven, where is he?

Blake:  Don’t worry, he’s all right.  He’s right in the next room, with Kat.  He – he’s somethin’ special, isn’t he?  There was a time I wouldn’t have believed any of this, but … well, I spent enough time with Nobody to not be too surprised by anything.  Not even two shapeshifters in one town.  He an’ Kat were waitin’ to see you.  Should I let ‘em in?

Manouche *thinks for a moment, smiles*  Ahh, no, not jus’ yet.  Give ‘em a little time together, th’ pair of ‘em.  They … well, they may ‘ave some things to discuss.  Savvy?

Kat and Raven:

Kat *stares at the boy, starts toward him stopping suddenly, takes a deep breath and in a shaking voice she asks*  Did he 'arm ye?  *impatiently*  Tell me, be ye hurt, boy??

Raven *stares at her, shakes head *  No.  They took care of me, they wanted me unharmed.  But they couldn’t stop what I could see an’ hear.  *Eyes start to fill with tears, he squeezes eyes shut tight, forces them back.*  I wasn't afraid.  *Back under control, he gazes at her.*  You ... you were in Manouche's heart.  *Moves toward her, smiles suddenly.*  Who are you?

Kat *visibly shaken, taking in the trust in his brown eyes and the beauty of his smile, her heart melts, then it breaks as she forces herself to back away*  I'm Kat.  I- I- I knew yer mother.  *Turning quickly away.*

Raven *eyes widen, face lights up like a Christmas tree*  My mother!  Oh, don’t go, please tell me all about her.  *Quickly moves to Kat’s side, grabs her arm with his small hand, his grip surprisingly firm, very warm, very human.  Looks up at her, the usually solemn eyes bright, cheeks flushed, working to hold back a beaming smile*  Please, please tell me everything.  *Starts to pull her toward sofa.*

Kat *bewildered, flustered and struggling not to give in to the urge to put her arms around him and never let go.  Holds back*  What can I tell you about True Dreamer that ye wouldn't already be knowing?  Except I grieve with ye for her.  She and I were very close many years ago.  She possessed a pure and shining spirit that could warm the coldest 'eart.  *holding back tears, looks away*

Raven *face falls, eyes grow dim.*  Oh, you knew True Dreamer.  I guess you don’t know … she … she wasn’t my mother.  She took care o’ me, she raised me.  She told me my mother had a broken spirit an’ left me with her.  When you said … I was hoping … it doesn’t matter.  *Looks at Kat, puts hand back on her arm, quickly adds*  Oh, don’t feel bad.  Lot of people thought True Dreamer was my mother.  Everythin’ you say ‘bout her is true, an’ I miss her so much.  *blinks away tears*  My real mother, she must’ve cared a lot for me, to leave me with her.  I’ve met kids who had no parents, some of ‘em were left in an orphanage, some were left with people who weren’t very nice to ‘em.  But I got True Dreamer.  *Tugs on Kat’s arm*  Come sit down, don’t feel bad anymore.  *pauses, listens to sounds in next room, brightens.*  Manouche is awake, I hear her talkin’ to that man, Mr. Blake.  We can go in an’ see her soon. I know she wants to see you.  *Looks up at her, smiles*

Kat *watches the play of emotions that cross his face, hears his words tries to comprehend, sees once again his smile, lost in her confusion.*  She was ne'er suppose to tell ye. You were not to know. Why did she?  *Realizing she's spoken the words aloud, she stares at the boy.*  I'm sorry, so very sorry.  I know I'm not what ye expect or e'en want.  I'll see that ye get a good 'ome with normal and kind parents to love and take care of ye.  I'll not fail ye e'er again.  I swear ..  *tears flowing down her face.*

Raven *face lights up again as it did before; he then checks it a little.  Takes one of Kat’s hands in both of his, cautiously, looking down at it*  You – you’re my mother … I think I knew when I saw you.  I know things, sometimes, I hear things … don’t know where they come from.  *Squeezes her hand tight, looks up at her, eyes filled with longing*  How do you know what I want?  I – I want my mother.  I wanna stay with you.  *Eyes fill with tears, he drops her hand and wraps his arms around her, crying softly.*  Wh-What would normal parents do with me?  They’d be scared o’ me.  C-can’t I stay with you, Kat?  *shyly*  Mother?

Kat *encloses him in her arms, wanting to hold him forever, knowing only too well that what you want is not always best. Steels herself.*  You don't know what yer sayin' luv ... It's not possible.  I know nothin' of children.  I wouldna e'en know where te begin.  There's things 'bout me ye be not knowin'.  Please stop yer cryin' luv.  It'll come right. I promise.  For now we'll stay here for a bit for safety with Manouche and Blake's consent.  When Marchand and Nate are dealt with we'll worry about your future.  Hush now, we'll see what tomorrow 'olds.

Raven *shoulders shaking with his tears, starts to calm down, nestles close to Kat.  Stops crying, sniffs, lifts his face up, looks into hers, large dark eyes solemn, as if he’s lost in thought; slowly smiles, eyes focus on her *  Manouche just asked Mr. Blake if we could stay.  H-he said yes.  An’ Manouche said, “La fidelite c’est vivre comme si le temps n’existait pas” –  “Loyalty is livin’ as though time didn’t exist.”  *Frowns, trying to understand it; shrugs, puts arms around her neck, kisses her face, hugs her.*

Near the Security Office:

Abberline *after Blake and Kat left, is encountered by Constable Crane, who has been running so that he is out of breath*

Crane:  You must not go there!  Kat and Manouche are safe!

Abberline:  I don't take my orders from you.  I am going to the bottom of this matter, I'll hunt down the culprits whoever they were.

Crane:  You don't understand, you can't fight these powers, there is nothing you can do on your own!

Abberline:  What powers?  Seen headless horsemen again?  You are a fool.  I am not expecting help from you, so you better turn back and stop bothering me.  Get out of my way.  *Pushes Crane violently in the chest.  Crane staggers and falls; when he gets up, Abberline is gone.*

Crane:  He is getting himself killed!  I have to find the Commander, only she can stop him...

By the docks:

*It was not a wise choice to ignore the port.  Two small ships … boats … glide silently over the waves in the shadow of The Apparition, they themselves more like shadows than real objects.  You can't discern any details in the mist that suddenly seems to have risen over the sea, spreading towards Deppville.  The crew of the boats seem just like dark humps.  They seem frozen, as if they were silently waiting for something ...

At Corso’s house:

Portsmith:  That is the right combination, Dean, finally!  Now we can make our next move ...

On The Libertine Trailer:

Manouche *reading in bed, looks up to see Raven peeking around the door.  Smiles, waves him in*  Hey, lil' mate.

Raven *approaches bedside*  You feel better today?

Manouche *nods*  A little better every day, luv.  Where's yer mum?

Raven *smiles shyly*  She's sleepin'.  *looks lost in thought*

Manouche *sets book down, holds arms out*  C'mere, sit next to me.  *He climbs up on the bed next to her, she hugs him*  What's on yer mind, son?

Raven:  What's gonna happen to me?

Manouche *thinks carefully*  Well ... y' won't ever be alone again, fer starters.  In case y'hadn't noticed, yer surrounded by people who think a lot o' ye.  Y' got Kat, Mr. Blake, an' ... well, as long as I 'ave anythin' t' say about it, y' have a place t' stay.  *sighs*  Fer th' moment, that's all I can tell ye.  Regardin' specifics, of those I can't say right now.  But fer what it's worth, y' won't ever be alone.  *hugs him*

Raven:  I guess that's enough for now.  *pauses*  Manouche, what's a soul box?

Manouche:  A soul box?  What's put that in yer head?

Raven:  I don't know.  I'm seeing something, it's confusing.  Somethin' about a soul box ... an' there's someone with a really big hat ...

Manouche *raises eyebrows*  Lisa?

Raven:  ... but it's not the biggest hat ...

Manouche *grins*  Ahh, Portsmith!  *looks at him*  Portsmith?  Why th' bloody stars ye thinkin' about her?  Y'don't even know her.  *he shrugs*  Is it ... do y' sense danger, lad?

Raven *thinks*  I can't tell ... *shakes head*  I don't know.

Manouche *concerned, decides to put it aside*  Well, let's not borrow trouble, right?  Let it go fer now, but if y' get more, come to me, an' we'll sort it out.  Savvy?  *He nods, feels better, hugs her, she smiles*  There, no worries ... how 'bout y' go see if Mr. Blake's made any coffee, bring me some?  There's a good lad.  *He jumps off the bed and scampers off.  Manouche watches him fondly, whispers*  No worries, lil' one.

At Corso’s house:

Corso *whispering*  There is someone by the door.  Is it Nate?  Where did this mist come from?

Portsmith:  If it is him, just shoot him.  We are not after that petty criminal.

Corso *horrified*  I don't have a gun!  I can't shoot a man in cold blood.

Portsmith:  Well then you just have to act as a decoy and attract him away.  *gives Corso a sharp push in the back.  The shadowy figure of a man turns, there is a cold glint in his hand ... A shot tears the air and Corso feels a bullet whistling past his ear, he ducks, horrified, and peeps from behind a stone.  It is Inspector Abberline, but before Corso has time to react, someone bursts open the door and attacks Abberline, and he falls down.  Portsmith takes the soul box that she has kept hidden under her cloak.  She carefully spreads a set of cards on the ground in a circle, mumbles something intelligible and puts the soul box in the middle of the cards, she opens it carefully and something strange happens:  a sudden whirlwind and a blood-curdling howl is heard, the cards fly to all directions and the soul box is filled with a red light.  Portsmith shuts the box and smiles to herself.*  I got him!  Well well, Marchand, there goes your power and your might.  I got your soul trapped in the box, and you aint getting free.  Not without the Dark Circle of Fiji.  *She knows that they know about the theft of the soul box and may be trying to recover it.  But it is a long way to Fiji.  And she has sent Donnie to guard the port.  She has good time to destroy the box.  She slips into the woods and forgets Dean Corso completely.

*The shadowy figures in the small boats slowly stir ...*

Nate *limps through the door, gun in hand, Aiming it at Abberline, warns Corso*  One wrong move and I'll not hesitate to put a bullet in this one’s brain.  Get over here.  Now that I'm free of Marchand, I can deal with my own pleasures.  *Striking Abberline over the head with the butt of his gun rendering him unconscious, smiles.  He looks at Corso*  You are not Kat's type, but this one on the other hand, I've reason to believe she'll not want killed.  *laughs*  Find Kat, tell her if she doesn't surrender to me, this one is a dead man and I think skinning him alive would be somewhat entertaining.  That should get her attention.  Go fool, before I change my mind.

At the Wonkas' factory:

Willy *in his office, writing a letter, a passing thought of Manouche comes, puts down pen, sighs, rubs temples of his head*  god i'm so sorry.

Madame *typing on her new computer, picks up the phone and dials the shortcut to Willy's office*  Baby?

Willy *quickly begins writing again as if she could see him*  Yes?

Madame:  Wanna go over to Chez today?  *Willy pauses, sighs.  She reads his mind.*  Okay I'll have the oompas make something special okay?

Willy *smiles*  Thank you, I love you.

Madame:  Love you too  *hangs up, sighs*  Willy ... she still cares about you ...

Manouche *approaches factory, a little tired from exertion.  Refugee stands close, she looks down at him and grins*  Yer not about t' let anything happen t' me, are ye, mate?  No worries, we're here.  C'mon, let's set Willy straight.  *rings bell*

Madame *gets up and heads down to the front door, opens it and sees Manouche*  MANOUCHE!  *jumps and hugs her tightly, practically cutting off oxygen*

Manouche *hugs her tight*  MADAME!  Oh, dearest, I'm so glad yer safe.  *holds her back, looks at her*  Blimey, yer glowin'.  Y'd never know what ye went through.  Very brave, y'are, luv.  *Looks around*  Where's Willy?  I 'ave t' talk to him ...

Madame: *beams*  Well when I see you safe and sound I cant help but smile!  *smile fades quickly*  Oh...he hasn’t been well Manouche... he's had a lot on his mind... are you sure you wanna see him now?

Manouche *nods, smiling*  Afraid I must insist.  Y'see, Mr. Blake, he all but has me under house arrest, so it took a bit o' talkin' to get him t' let me out.  *smile fades, looks at her pleadingly*  Please have 'im see me, I think I can make him feel better.  I have to try, anyway.  Please, luv.

Madame *sighs*  Okay ... if you’re sure.  *leads Manouche up to Willy's office, knocks on the door*  Sweetie?  There's someone here to see you.

Willy: *from behind door*  Enter.  *Madame opens door, holds it open for Manouche.  He stands, comes from behind desk, tears in eyes*  Manouche ...

Manouche *smiles, comes over to him, wraps arms around him*  Ahhh, brother, don't be hidin' from me ever again, savvy?  You was magnificent, y' done all ye could.  Y' were still every bit th' hero, an' y' always will be, mate.  *brings hand to his face, pats it gently*  Yer not a murderer, luv.  Count yer blessin's.

Willy *puts hand to her face*  Manouche I am so sorry my sister.  I didn’t want you to be there.  I would’ve given anything to go back and get you, but Madame was weak.  I had to keep her safe.  I'm so so so sorry Manouche.  I love you more than words, and I can’t believe I did that.  I should’ve turned back.

Manouche:  Let it go, luv.  Don't know a man alive who would've come back after havin' jus' rescued his wife from such a 'orrible place.  An' her expectin', too.  I know ye never would'a left me behind if y'could've helped it.  S'called bein' human.  *Stands on tiptoe, kisses his cheek.  Remembers something, smiles*  By th' way, I 'ave somethin' fer ye.  *Digs in pocket, hands tiny item to Willy*  It’s an earring, I were wonderin’ if it were Madame’s.  I, ah … I got it off Nate one o’ the last times he had me, an' I were tryin’ t’ get away.  I know yer prob’ly thinkin’ I must’a been out o’ me head, t’ be dippin’ into a pocket at such a time.  But y’know ol’ Manouche, she hates t’ let an opportunity slip by, savvy?  *grins*  Anyway, when I saw what I come up with, I were glad I did it.  If this is Madame’s, then it’s back with its rightful owner.  If it ain’t Madame’s … well, then ye now ‘ave somethin’ that bastard once had.  There’s power in that, mate, to have an enemy’s possession.  Hang onto it.  *Looks at him carefully*  Are we sound, now?  Let th' past stay behind, brother.  We 'ave lots t' look forward to.  *smiles, hugs him tightly*

Willy *takes earring, shows it to Madame* Yours?

Madame *grins, nods, stands by the door to give time for Manouche and Willy*

Willy *smiles, puts it in pocket*  I'll never forget you, my pocket-picking pirate.  *hugs her tight*

Manouche *smiles contentedly, returns his hug*  Then all's well.  We can face anything now.  No worries.  I'd best get back, Mr. Blake'll be watchin' fer me, no doubt.  *Reaches for Madame, grabs them both in big bear-hug*  I'll take yer leave, m' dearest brother an' sister ... let's have another bash at Chez Roux soon.  *kisses their hands, smiles, leaves the factory, calling for Refugee.  Outside, she looks up at factory, smiles fondly, pats Refugee's head.  Reaches in her pocket for the second of the two items she took from Nate – a gold piece with an image of a coiled snake – grins, flips it up in the air, catches it, puts it back in pocket, heads back to Libertine Trailer at a fast clip, Refugee close beside her.*

Willy: *smiles at Manouche as she leaves, turns to Madame*  So?

Madame: *smiles*  Feel better?  *Willy nods, she hugs him*  I'm so glad.  *He takes her hands, entwines fingers*  What is it dear?

Willy *in mind, thinks, I love you*

Madame *sends back in thought I love you too*   *they embrace*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Blake *standing on deck of ship, watching for Manouche.  Feels tug on sleeve, looks down, sees Raven, smiles*  Hey, lil' one.  Kat gone back to sleep?  *Raven nods*  That's good. She's been through a lot, needs her rest.  Manouche should follow her example.  *pauses*  What've you been doin'?

Raven:  I - I saw somethin' ...

Blake:  Saw somethin'?  Where?  Y'mean on shore?  Out in the water?

Raven *shakes head*  Noo, I saw somethin'.  Somethin' with Nate.

Blake *feels wave of fear*  Nate?  That must've been a bad dream, son.  Nate, he was wounded pretty bad, I don't reckon he'll be around for awhile.  *Regrets once again not having managed to kill Nate.*

Raven:  He got someone else.

Blake *trying to keep calm*  D-do y'see ... Manouche?

Raven:  No.  It's a man, he hit him.  *concentrates, sighs*  I don't see it anymore.

Blake:  Well, maybe it's nothin'.  You're safe here.  The room you share with Kat is real secure, an' I can see anyone comin' for a long ways from right here.  *Waves a hand at the landscape, looks around, then back at Raven, smiles reassuringly*  Manouche went to see some dear friends of hers, she'll be back soon.  When she gets back, you tell her what you saw, maybe she can help you.  She's, ah, better at that stuff than I am.  Okay?  *Raven nods, still looks troubled.  Blake picks him up, holds him high.*  There, we'll stay right here an' watch for Manouche.  She'll be along any time now, you'll see.  *Looks at main road leading to the docks, hides his concern.*

At the docks:

*Colonel propped up on a bench nearby the ports, asleep, dreams short dream*

'Colonel sitting up on a bench looking at her badge, gets up to go to Chez Roux and walks into a figure that seems oddly familiar, one she didn't know was there when she was sitting staring at her badge.*  'Ello luv.  We meet once again, eh?  I've been meaning te run inte ye …

Colonel *mumbles under her breath*  Shadrack.  *gasps, wakes up in a cold sweat.  Looks back at the ports and sees two ships sneaking up.  Stands and sneaks over, hiding behind a pier post*  Who is
that?  *she whispers.  Hears someone behind her ... she keeps still ... breathing lightly ... and feels a hand on her shoulder*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Blake *standing on deck of the ship, smiles with relief as he finally sees Manouche and Refugee running down the street toward them.  Waves, calls out to her.  She waves back, they board the ship, she runs into his arms.  They kiss, he smiles at her*  Is Willy all right?

Manouche:  Aye.  I couldn’t ask fer a better brother … if I ‘ad t’ lose me Dani.  So what’d ye do with yerself all this time?

Blake:  Well, it’s been an interesting afternoon …

Manouche:  How’s that?

Blake:  We had a caller … Pam stopped by.  Seems she’s bought some property, a place near Sleepy Hollow.  She’s gonna build a recording studio.

Manouche:  By th’ powers, that’s been her dream.  That’s bloody good news.

Blake:  There’s more.  The property has a big main house, where she’ll live and build the studio and practice space … and there’s also a smaller sorta guest house …

Manouche *eyes widen*  Guest house?  Is it white?  Lotsa windows?

Blake *raises eyebrows*  H-how’d you know?  I mean, that’s how it looks in the pictures she showed me.  She … she wants to offer it to us.  Room an’ board, in return for helping out around the place.  It’s a big place, she’ll need extra hands, even after the construction’s done.  *Releases her, looks at her a moment, takes deep breath, starts pacing as he talks*  Now … I know we haven’t been together long, an’ I know you love this ship … an’ I love it too, don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful.  An’ if you’re not ready to leave what’s yours … I mean, to jump into sharin’ a new place with me … well, with all the time we’ve spent here, I feel like we’ve already been livin’ together, but this would be different, I know.  That is … well, don’t feel like you have to do it.  We could look at the place first, an’ if you don’t like it, wanna keep things just the way they are, that’s fine with me … anything you want … I – I … what’s so funny?

Manouche:  Blimey, Mr. William Blake, where’d yer bloody poetry go?!  *bursts out laughing*  Ahh, apologies, luv!  I can’t think of anythin’ I’d love more.  I ‘ad a dream about a house when Nate were holdin’ us.  I saw a white house, big windows, you an’ I livin’ in it … Yer right, I love this ship.  But havin’ a house don’t mean I can’t ‘ave me ship, as well.  *Hesitates, looks at him, takes breath*  If we were t’ do this, however … I were wonderin’ …

Blake:  I saw a blueprint of the place, an’ it looks to me there’s one room that’d be perfect for Raven … to have whenever he wants, for as long as he wants.

Manouche:  Ahh, there’s th’ poetry.  *kisses him*  We ‘ave an accord, love.  Let’s go look at it tomorrow.  *Glances around*  Where is me lil’ mate, anyway?

Blake:  He was out here with me for awhile, waiting for you, then he got tired.  I think he’s in with Kat.  *Stops, considers telling her what Raven told him about Nate, decides to hold off.*  C’mon.

*They go up to the upper security room, don’t find them there.  They go down to main cabin, find them on the sofa, sound asleep, Kat lying back, Raven cuddled up to her, arms around her neck.  Blake and Manouche lock door behind them, walk through quietly, dimming lights as they pass through toward the bedroom.  Manouche stops to pick up a book Kat dropped.*  Ahh, she must’ve been readin’ to th’ lil’ beggar.  I – Blimey!

Blake:  What is it?

Manouche *holds up a copy of "People: 20 Years of Sexiest Man Alive"*  I - I reckon she were educatin’ him about th’ Mayor.  Very civic-minded, Kat is, fer all that she carries a shovel ...