When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 114

At Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Aiden: This is simply impossible... By my count, all 20 CLANNG bases have been hit within the last 48 hours in a random but precise manner. I've got to tell Mis-- someone... who will actually care. Which I believe may be in short supply at the moment. Shit.

Meanwhile, at Maladori's secret laboratory; Britannia:

Professor Maladori: What on earth is that blasted, infernal BEEPING?!?

Starling (to Professor Maladori): Professor, I think it's coming from the body...

Professor Maladori (to Starling): ... Bullocks.

Outside:

Poppy: Heh. Not a bad two days bit of work, if I do say so myself... I'm so glad Fiona showed me that snazzy little trick with boilers.

At Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Nathaniel: Jesus fuckin' hells! I... Oh. Oh, Christ. It was a dream... Sh-shit.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): You look like hell, handsome... Here. I brought you coffee. Don't worry, Emma made it. Does that woman ever sleep? Are we sure she's not an automaton?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): ... What? Why would you... Oh. Oh god. Heh heh. It was a joke. Sorry. I'm not awake yet. You said there was coffee?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Yes, I brought you some. Are you alright?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah. Bad dream all mixed in with a shitload of bad memories. ...Hiiri featured heavily. I dreamt Emma was Hiiri. Had been this whole time, and since I've been working for her, I never actually left CLANNG. She said I had to kill Uncle Vincent and Zoe, and hand Victor over to Maladori, or she'd hurt Lily...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... I'm sorry, handsome, that sounds awful. On the plus side I don't think we're going to have to worry about CLANNG anymore. Someone or something has taken out all of their bases... And, I just got word there was an explosion at Maladori's lab. If Emma was Hiiri and behind all of this, I think I might kiss her.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): What? That can't be right? Is that right? Holy shit. How... How the fuck would someone pull that off? Jesus. That changes everything doesn't it? Heh heh. Nor more skulking around, worrying about running into a collection squad. No more freaking out Lily, ir Joseph or Seph's gonna get snatched off the fucking street... Shit. They couldn't have done this three fuckin' days ago, before Aunt Poppy... She wouldn't... No. No, course not!

Aiden (to Nathaniel): What are you thinking? Because, I've got a theory & I'm not liking it too much.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Nothin'. Just that it sounds like the shit Aunt Poppy used to do. You know, the whole multiple targets at the same time shit. And she's got real personal reasons not to like CLANNG, but she wouldn't put her kids or Uncle Vincent through all this shit. She wouldn't do that to us, right?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): ... That's what I would do if I was sent to pull off something like this. But, the resources she would nee-- Bloody Hell! Fuckin' Roland would have the necessary resources. And, it would explain why she faked her death, first... Of course, this is all just speculation.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Shit... Motherfucking spies... I'll tell you this much, if you ever, EVER fake your own death to me, I will make sure your goddamn corpse is in the coffin we bury, even if I gotta put it there myself.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I'm retired and I wouldn't do that to you, Lily, or Mrs. Esterly. If Miss Poppy did it, she must have had a good reason. I just can't for the life of me think what it possibly could be.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): ... Jesus. You know this is all probably just fucking wishful thinking on our part. It makes more sense to our paranoid ass brains for this to be some grand conspiracy, rather than face the fact she's gone...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): You're probably right. Let's not mention this to the others, then... you know, I've lost people during missions before but I never thought it would be Miss Poppy... This is why they tell you not to make emotional attachments in this line of work… Speaking of which,  I should get back to it. Gimme a kiss before I run off.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Huh? Oh yeah... C'mere. I love you. I'll see you later, alright?

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Of course... I'd like to go to the house for a visit tomorrow, if you're up to it.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Yeah... I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Go make sure them kids aren't driving everyone nuts.

An hour or so later, in the library:

Eva (to Mouse): Una?!? What the name of bloody... Oh. M-- Mrs. Estevez. I beg your pardon. I thought you were my sister. I quite forgot myself.

Mouse (to Eva): It's alright, Eva. I brought you food. I figured you weren't eating properly & could use some.

Eva (to Mouse): No, I suppose I haven't been. It's been an intense few days... Thank you.

Mouse (to Eva): I can imagine... Any thoughts as to what happened? And no, I'm not going to coddle you or tell you it's not your fault, because I know you don't want to hear it. I'm sure you've heard it plenty. So, you can lower the eyebrow. Ok?

Eva (to Mouse): Several. <sigh> And I'm not sure how accurate any of them are. I believe my sister offered up Mrs. Potter, and her knowledge about her hidden bases and the individuals within them in return for our ancestral home and our mother's former holdings. I shouldn't be surprised if she offered to run Vernian Industries for her. ...We spent most of our lives being groomed for it, after all. Looking at it that way I suppose I should have expected this, shouldn't I have?

Mouse (to Eva): Possibly... But, would you have done it?

Eva (to Mouse): ... No. Clearly not. I didn't, did I? I didn't even contemplate it as an option. I miss the comfort of our old life, and our WONDERFUL library-- it really was gorgeous-- but there is more from which I'm happy to be free... I loved my mother, but she was not a good woman. I have no desire to be her. It seems my sister does not share this opinion... Excuse me. I apologize for being so emotional. I've never... I've never really been entirely on my own...We were never encouraged to be very emotional. Or verbal. It was one of the reasons Una and got on so well. We had... I suppose I should say I thought we had a very good understanding of one another.

Mouse (to Eva): You're not on your own now, Eva. I know it might feel like it. But, you have everyone here. I know I'm an old lady and well, it's probably a bit weird to talk to me but you can, you know? I'm sticking around until no one needs me here... which might be awhile. And, if not me, I'm sure there's someone else you feel comfortable with Zoe? Or-- I have no idea. But, you're not alone, sweetie, I promise... Did you guys always get along? Because, I know what I was like in my 20s & I had a bit of a temper. Still do, actually. It's just a bit tempered with a little more understanding & empathy than it once was.

Eva (to Mouse): Yes. I thought so. We didn't really get on with other people, you see. They found us disconcerting. I would say I have more of a temper than my sister. People can be so infuriatingly stupid. She was more like mother: always in control of herself.

Mouse (to Eva): Well, there had to have been some sort of clue that she was planning this... Maybe, she asked you a question? Or said something a bit out of character? I don't know. You knew her better than I did.

Eva (to Mouse): She's been jealous of the time I've been spending with Luc, which I found very strange. She had no interest in him, and it's not like I haven't done it before. As has she.

Mouse (to Eva): .. Well, maybe that's when she realized you wouldn't go with her? It's just a thought.

Eva (to Mouse): ... If that's the case, she's been planning this for a while.

A couple hours later, at the ISS headquarters; Old London, Britannia:

Poppy (to Roland): Hello honey, I hope I didn't scare you too much...

Roland (to Poppy): ... I've come to expect that you'll pop in willy nilly whenever the mood should strike you, Ms Meriwether. There's a drink poured for you on the side table. I expected you about two hours ago, honestly. The reports have been very pleasing.

Poppy (to Roland): Well, you know how much I hate to be predictable, honey. I'm glad you're happy with the results. Now, are you going to release Thaddeus from your custody or do you want me to show you how I did it, firsthand?

Roland (to Poppy): <tsk> No need to be threatening. I'll be more than happy to honor our agreement.

Poppy (to Roland): I am very happy to hear that, honey. I still don't know how you found out about my relationship with Thaddeus but I suppose that is really not important, at this point.

Roland (to Poppy): You have your secrets, as do I. Here is the address where Mr. Von Clegg is located, and the paperwork detailing his release.

Poppy (to Roland): Thank you.

Roland (to Poppy): We'll be in touch should we need to know anything else about your case.

Poppy: ... Pompous ass. (to Roland) I'm sure you will, honey... I'll be around should you need to find me.

A little while later:

Percy (to Vincent): … Hi there, honey. Your sister sent me in with food for you & Lucas… I'm not allowed to speak.

Vincent (to Percy): Thank you, Percy... Who is it you upset?

Percy (to Vincent): Have you got an hour, honey?

Vincent (to Percy): Heh... Everyone is a bit raw at the moment, hun. Take it easy on them... (to Lucas) Here you go, my littlest man.

Percy (to Vincent): … I'm not really good with the serious emotions, honey. Never have been, which I'm sure you recall. Give me naked, mindless drunkeness, anyday.

Vincent (to Percy): You weren't as bad as you pretended to be if I recall... Jesus. I'm sorry, Percy. I... Thank you for bringing us food. I'll bring the dishes out when Lucas is done.

Percy (to Vincent): … I hate seeing you like this, honey. Have you even left the room at all?

Vincent (to Percy): Of course. I had to check on the kids. So, you know. Once or twice... I'm not really feeling up to being sociable.

Percy (to Vincent): I'm not talking about being sociable, honey. I'm talking about fresh air and seeing the sky. Remember the sky?

Vincent (to Percy): Percy, I appreciate what you're trying to do, hun. I really do. But right now, not crawling into bed, and dying in a puddle of tears and my own filth is about as much as I can manage... I just wish I knew what I could do for the poor kids. They're just as hurt as me, on top of having me to fret over.

Percy (to Vincent): … Fucking hell! I can't do this, anymore. This isn't right… I'm sorry, honey. I REALLY do hate seeing you like this… Your hair is all limp & lifeless, you've clearly been neglecting your hygiene… Did I mention the hair? You are so not cut out for this… I don't know what she was thinking run-- getting herself killed like that.

Vincent (to Percy): Jesus! My hair is the last of my damn problems right now! I... <sigh> You're right. I could probably use a shower.

Percy (to Vincent): You are so not cut out for this… I don't know what she was thinking run-- getting herself killed like that.

Vincent (to Percy): I'll survive, Percy. I have to. But, I'm sure you'll excuse me if I'm a bit of a mess right now.

Percy (to Vincent): … She's not dead, honey.

Vincent (to Percy): ... I can't do this right now, hun. Please. Do not fuck with me.

Percy (to Vincent): I'm not fucking with you, honey… She was being blackmailed by that windbag at the ISS. I don't know with what but she's alive. Honest. I know where she's hiding out… I mean, if she survived the mission. I mean, she could be dead but not from Starling… I am so not helping.

Vincent (to Percy): I... I don't know what to say.

Percy (to Vincent): … If she managed to survive the mission she was sent on, she'd be at this address, honey.

Vincent (to Percy): Even if that was true, why would she let us think she's dead? Why the fuck would she do that? Why wouldn't she contact us? What are you playing at?

Percy (to Vincent): Oh my God, I am not playing at anything, honey… I told her this plan sucked. Just go to the address. Please? If she's not there, just think of it as a nice pilgrimage away from the needy masses. Or you could just stay here and be miserable? Your choice.

Vincent (to Percy): ... Just tell me one thing. If she did survive her mission? What was she going to do? Keep pretending to be dead?

Percy (to Vincent): Possibly, if it kept you all safe. She was worried about the fallout of what she was being sent to do… Heard anything interesting about CLANNG recently? Oh wait, I suppose not, since you've been hiding in here for days.

Vincent (to Percy): ... Percy. Don't take this the wrong way, but I need you to leave. Thank you. For telling me... Leave.

Percy (to Vincent): Fine, honey… I was just trying to help…

Vincent (to Percy): I know. That's why I'm asking you to leave. I'm more than a bit distressed, and I'm tryin' real hard not to take my temper out on you. Messenger an' all.

Percy (to Vincent): I'm going.

A couple hours later, in the kitchen:

Vincent (to Mouse): Hey, sister o' mine ... Didn't you have help in the kitchen?

Mouse (to Vincent): Yeah, but I sent them off awhile ago, I needed some time alone & doing prep work relaxes me... What's up?

Vincent (to Mouse): Would you watch Lucas for a lil' bit? I... I need to check something. In Scotland.

Mouse (to Vincent): Oh? ... Yeah, sure. Should I be concerned?

Vincent (to Mouse): I dunno. I think it depends on what I find there...

Mouse (to Vincent): Okay. Be careful.

Vincent (to Mouse): I will. Thank you, sweetie... I hate to say it, but the worst may be yet to come. Keep an eye on the kids for me. (to Lucas) Bye, baby boy. Daddy'll see you soon.

Mouse (to Vincent): Great. I am now filled with dread... I'm going to make misery cupcakes.

Vincent (to Mouse): ... You have no idea. I'll tell you everything when I get back.

Mouse (to Vincent): Okay... I love you, little brother.

Vincent (to Mouse): I love you too.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 113

At Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Antony (to Charles): Mr. Turner! ...Why're you sleepin' in a chair? Don't they got enough beds in this place?

Charles (to Antony): Oh bleedin' 'ell! ...Tony. Ouch. What is it you want?

Antony (to Charles): It's the bloke they got in the kitchen. 'E's ruddy awful! Tried t'give us burnt up oatmeal this morn. You're goin' t'be the one workin' the kitchen soon, right? Right, Mr. Turner? I'll help iffin' you thinks you need it.

Charles (to Antony): Tony... I don't work here, so I won't be doing a thing in the kitchen. 'Sides, my friend George is sick. That's where my mind's at right now. I think you lot are tough enough to survive some scalded oatmeal.

Antony (to Charles): Yer only saying that cuz you ain't tried it... I 'eard talk Mr. Fitzroy was gutted. HE'S yer friend, is 'e? Heh heh.

Charles (to Antony): Yes, and he needs rest, so clear off!

Antony (to Charles): Awwright! AWWRIGHT! I'm goin'...

A few minutes later:

Mouse (to Charles): Hi there, Charles. I brought you & George some food... Don't worry, I booted Hugh out of the way. I tasted his oatmeal. Ugh. It was awful. So, I may be sticking around for a bit so we don't have a mutiny on our hands.

Charles (to Mouse): Um, th-- thank you, ma'am. I don't believe we've met.

Mouse (to Charles): Oh sorry. I've heard a lot about you from everyone, I feel like I already knew you. I'm Emma, Vincent's sister. And, this little guy you most definitely already know... I had to rescue him from his father's grip. I've heard that you're a fine hand in the cooking department. Any chance you'd be willing to lend me a hand? I know you've got George to watch over but sometimes everyone could use a healthy distraction from the morose.

Charles (to Mouse): Yes, of course. That's why you seem so familiar. Very nice to have meet you, ma'am. I wish it weren't under such, um, dreadful circumstances. If you help, I'm certainly willing. I-- if George is well enough that is. I was... I was very sad to hear about Miss Poppy.

Mouse (to Charles): Thank you, sweetie... I'm honestly still in shock about it. I keep expecting to hear her squeaky voice saying 'Why the glum faces, sweeties? Did someone die?' ... Sorry. Sometimes, I have a bit of a morbid sense of humor. It's how I deal.

Charles (to Mouse): ...Heh. I'm sure she'd wait for the funeral to make an entrance like that, ma'am.

Percy (to Charles & Mouse): I know I would, honey.

Mouse (to Percy): ... That isn't funny, Percy.

Percy (to Mouse & Charles): You know, honey, that is not the first time I've heard that this week? Did everyone lose their sense of humor?

Charles (to Percy & Mouse): God's bleedin' wounds, Mr. Percy! That innit funny at all! You wanna show a bit'a bloody respect, yeah?

Percy (to Charles & Mouse): You'll do what exactly, Mr. Turner?

Charles (to Percy & Mouse): Miss Poppy jus' died! Not all of us c'n turn off our ruddy hearts! If you bully any of these folks I swear...

Mouse (to Charles & Percy): Cut it out, both of you! Charles, why don't you take George's plate to her? Percy, shut the hell up! Do not say a single word or so help me I'll flip your off switch permanently. Get me? Just nod

Percy (to Mouse): <nods>

Charles (to Mouse): Yes. Of course. I apologize for my outburst. (to Percy) … Mr. Meriwether.

Meanwhile, in the communications room:

Aiden (to Ms. Dvorak, on radio): That is bloody impossible, Ms. Dvorak! Check your sources. No one could pull that off.

Ms. Dvorak (to Aiden): Don't you take that tone with me, boy! Of course, I checked my sources. With 5 trusted informants before I contacted you... Someone destroyed 5 CLANNG bases located around the world last night simultaneously. We may have trouble on the horizon. Any organization that has that sort of a cohesive plan is going to be dangerous... Are you listening to me, dear?

Aiden (to Ms. Dvorak): ... Yes. I'm sorry. I was just remembering something... Thank you for telling me, Ms. Dvorak. I should go.

Ms. Dvorak (to Aiden): Alright, dear. Give everyone my love.

Aiden (to Ms. Dvorak): I will.

At Maladori's secret laboratory; Britannia:

Starling (to Professor Maladori): You wanted to see me, ma'am?

Professor Maladori (to Starling): Yes. Five of our bases were destroyed last night. All at about the same time. Ideas? Are we sure this clone can be trusted?

Starling (to Professor Maladori): I believe so, ma'am. She's the one that told me about Meriwether's rendezvous with Gervaux. She seems content to be left alone now that she's back in the Greymalkin home.

Professor Maladori (to Starling): ...There's no such thing as coincidence, Starling. Rally whomever you need. We're taking that bunker of Ms Meriwether's sooner rather than later. Then we'll reexamine Ms Greymalkin's loyalties.

Starling (to Professor Maladori): Yes, ma'am.

An hour or so later, at Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Charles (to George): George? You awake?

George (to Charles): Yeah... I was having trouble sleeping. Nightmares.

Charles (to George): I'm sorry t'hear that, Wildcat. Do ya feel up to eating?

George (to Charles): I think so... How are you, Charles? Have you been getting enough sleep? You need to take care of yourself.

Charles (to George): Heh. As much as I could in that ruddy chair. I'm doing alright, I suppose. Aside from almost getting into a fight with Percy.

George (to Charles): Percy? Oh right, him... For a second, I thought it was one those twits who'd been calling me a poof. You're ok, though?

Charles (to George): Yeah. Captain Potter's sister broke it up. Luckily for me, I'm sure. I just lost my ruddy head there. How are you feeling?

George (to Charles): Like I was stabbed in the gut... So, you know, the usual.

Charles (to George): You know what I mean.

George (to Charles): I feel awful... I should have stayed with Miss Poppy. I could have helped & then, maybe Una wo-- wouldn't have done this. Eva has always thought that Una was the more outgoing & friendly one but honestly, she may have been more vocal. I never knew what Una was thinking... And I guess now I know why.

Charles (to George): George, the only thing that would have happened if you had stayed is that you would have been killed along with Miss Poppy. I... I'm sorry to say it, Wildcat, but I don't think you being there would have stopped her. She nearly killed you as is.

George (to Charles): I know.

Several hours later, in the kitchen:

Nathaniel (to Charles): Hey, Chuck. Heh. I should've guessed Emma would rope you into the kitchen too.

Charles (to Nathaniel): Mr. Jones!?! ... Um, what are you doing here?

Nathaniel (to Charles): Same as you. Working on dinner. I work for Emma on the other side as a cook. You can call me Nate, you know?

Charles (to Nathaniel): You... You work in a kitchen? But I was under the impression... I thought Mr. Wilkes was... I mean...

Nathaniel (to Charles): Heh. My husband is the son of a lord, not me. I got a regular job like the rest of us schmucks.

Charles (to Nathaniel): Oh. Um, I'm sorry for assuming otherwise, sir. I suppose I don't know very much about you.

Zoe (to Charles & Nathaniel): ... Who do I have to punch <hiccup> or screw to get some food around here?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Jesus fuckin' Christ. Sit down. (to Charles) I'll take care of Drunky McGee here.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Been drinking all day, huh?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): No... Maybe... Fuck off. You're not the boss of me, you bossy you.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Did you hear me say shit? Here eat this, and drink this. It's water. I'm gonna try to find you some bread. (to Charles) Can you give us a little space, Charles? I promise I can handle setting up dinner.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): And, more whiskey? I seem to have run out... It's very sad when the booze is gone.

Charles (to Nathaniel): Um, yes. Of course, Mr. Jones. Please call me if need any help.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): You don't need more right this second. (to Charles) I will. Thanks.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Sez you.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Sez your smell.

A little while later:

Nathaniel (to Zoe): ... Did you finish your food?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): ... Yes.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Good. Here. You should probably slow your roll after this, but... Shit. I don't fucking blame you. In fact, pass it over.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Here... If I had known having a family would hurt like this. I wouldn't have-- who am I kidding? I knew. I just was too lonely & fucked in the head to be on my own... Hell.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Yeah. Me too. Hell, your Mom's done more for me these past couple of years than my family has since... Fuck. Since I hit puberty.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): ... Did you know that dad told Victor that there's to be no time travel? So, not fair...

Nathaniel (to Zoe): What?! Why the fuck not? I thought... I mean, I figured one of you two'd be going back for fucking sure.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): I was going to... Dad thinks messing with time would be bad for Victor, Luc & you. That's why I'm drunk.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): ... Fuck. Well. FUCK! Here. Have another. Yeah... Lemme get this shit set up, and I'll join you. Here. Drink some more water while you're waiting.

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Thanks... Have you seen Felix at all?

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Yeah. He was looking for you earlier ... Why? Are you avoiding him?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): No, I think we just keep missing each other... Possibly, on purpose.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Go on... Go find him. I know you'd rather be with him than here drinking with your gay ass cousin.

Zoe(to Nathaniel): Heehee, gay ass cousin... You're probably right, though. Thanks for the food.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): You're welcome. Don't worry. You'll get through this. ... We all will, right?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): Yeah, sure... That's what we do, apparently.

Nathaniel (to Zoe): Yeah. We do. C'mere, Weirdo. Take care of yourself, alright?

Zoe (to Nathaniel): You too.

Nathaniel: Guess it's you, me, and a bottle of whiskey, pot roast.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 112

At the Greymalkin estate; Coventry, Britannia:

Una: This is fantastic! I never thought I'd see this place again... or how much I'd miss it. It is so good to be home… Well, at one of my homes.

The airship docks; Paris, French Republic:

Percy (to Poppy): Wow... I have seen you pull off some ruthless things before, honey. But, this has to be the worst.

Poppy (to Percy): It's for their own good, honey. What I have to do will put them all in danger if I'm captured. This way, they're safe.

Percy (to Poppy): Yeah, I'm sure it's for their benefit, honey. You sure it's not for yours?

Poppy (to Percy): ... Hush you. If you thought it was such a bad idea, honey. Why did you help me with it?

Percy (to Poppy): For a lark. I was bored. Besides, it's not like I was going to ever use that old chassis again. You made that quite clear the first time around. Might as well put it to use instead of sitting in storage collecting dust... I wish I could be a fly on the wall when the bomb goes off in Maladori's lab. The look on their faces. Heh.

Poppy (to Percy): ... You are not funny, honey. Speaking of which, I've got to go. My ride's here. Please, make sure everyone's okay for me.

Percy (to Poppy): ... I will. Toodles, honey.

Onboard the Maltese Falcon, at Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Victor (to Vincent): Dad? Wilkes says you can't stay on the ship. It's not safe. We have to move into the Monastery.

Vincent (to Victor): I know! Can't Aiden give me a goddamn minute?! ...I'm sorry, Victor. I'm looking for something of your brother's... I can't remember what it was I needed...

Victor (to Vincent): We can get it later. C'mon.

Vincent (to Victor): Wait. Victor, I need you and Zoe to promise me something; as much as I wish... Sorry... God... As much as I wish this never, ever happened, as bad as it hurts, I need you and your sister to PROMISE me that you won't change the timeline. Will you do this for me?

Victor (to Vincent): Dad...

Vincent (to Victor): No! Do not "Dad" me, Little Man. We've fucked up the timeline too much already. You, Nate and Luc aren't chronologically stable as is, and another change could... Victor, I don't know how I'm going to go on without your mother, but I will. I have to for you kids, but if something were to happen to any one of you... <choke> I-- I couldn't bare it... I just couldn't.

Victor (to Vincent): ...Yeah. Awright, Dad. I promise.

Vincent (to Victor): ... Thank you. I... I know how hard it is to ask...Oh, God. Let's get to the Monastery. I can't be in this ship right now.

A little while later:

Zoe (to Vincent & Victor): ... I've got a room setup for you & Lucas, Dad. Victor, I need a hand with a couple things.

Vincent (to Zoe & Victor): Thanks, sweetie. I think I'm going to lie down for a bit... I'll shout if I need anything.

Zoe (to Vincent): Want one of us to take Lucas?

Vincent (to Zoe & Victor): Not unless he gets too riled up... Heh. Don't worry, I'll be pawning him off on you soon enough.

Victor (to Zoe): He hasn't let Lucas outta his sight, has he? ... Wotcha need me for, Little Sister?

Zoe (to Victor): Not even for a minute... I'm really worried about him. I need a lookout... I'm going back... to change things.

Victor (to Zoe): Zoe, wait. Wait! Dad... He asked us not to change anything. He's worried that cuz me, Nate an' Lucas aren't properly from this timeline, somethin' will happen to us if you or I change anything.

Zoe (to Victor): But, it's Mom.

Victor (to Zoe): I know! ... I know too fuckin' well. But, what if he's right? ...We need Mars. She can suss this out, right? She can figger out all this time shite so's one of us don't blink ourselves right outta exsistance.

Zoe (to Victor): Okay. You're probably right. It just hurts so much. I didn't think it was possible... I mean, Mom was always so careful.

Victor (to Zoe): Yeah. I know. But it happens, don't it? Happened before and... God fuckin' dammit! I just... I really want to hit somefin'. A lot. A lot of times and a lot of somefin's...

Zoe (to Victor): C'mon, big brother, I know just the thing.

Victor (to Zoe): Yeah... How're Nate and Luc doing? I haven't caught nary a glance of either of 'em.

Zoe (to Victor): I think Luc has been too busy dealing with the Una issue to flip out & I haven't seen hide nor hair of Nate. I hope he's ok.

Victor (to Zoe): Yeah. Don't worry. We're all gonna be... We'll survive. S'what we do, innit?

Zoe (to Victor): This really sucks... and blows. How could she do this to us? And, poor little Lucas... He's not going to remember her. Let's go punch something.

Victor (to Zoe): ...Everything. I want to punch everything. 'Cept for what you're punching.

Zoe (to Victor): You can punch that too. I don't care. God, I need a cigarette... and a drink.

Victor (to Zoe): After the punching. Shite. I might take up smoking again just to join you...

Zoe (to Victor): Feel free. What's the fucking point, anyway...

Victor (to Zoe): ... Come on, Little Sister. We'll hit shit later. We're going to go to my room, and put something mindless on the telly.

An hour or so later:

Nathaniel: Fuck... I never wanna have to do that again.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): How you holding up, handsome? ... I think McGillivray, Fox & I have finally gotten the perimeter secure. I could use a nap.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I just got off the phone with Emma...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): Oh, Nate, I'm sorry you had to do that... How'd she take it?

Nathaniel (to Aiden): I didn't have to, but it wouldn't have been right to make Uncle Vincent or one of her kids make the calls. It went... I dunno. She's worried about my uncle of course, and maybe it was the shock talking, but... We're sure Aunt Poppy's dead? I know how that fuckin' sounds...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): There was a witness who saw Starling and Una with the body, Nate. I'm not sure how it couldn't be true. I mean, if you think for an instant that it's a trick, tell me.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): ... No. I can't figure out how it could be. I just... Emma asked if we were sure, and I... I'm grasping at straws.

Aiden (to Nathaniel): C'mere, handsome.

Nathaniel (to Aiden): Shit fucking sucks...

Aiden (to Nathaniel): I know it does.

Meanwhile, in the infirmary:

Eva (to Charles): How is she?

Charles (to Eva): ... Still feverish. She's been in and out of consciousness all day. We should have never moved her! We just didn't have a bloody choice, did we... Excuse me. We'll... Um, I... I'll see what else I can get her for the fever. (to George) Be well. I'll be back soon.

George (to Charles): Thank you, Charles. (to Eva) ... How bad is it, Eva?

Eva (to George): ... Infection has set in. I... I'm afraid this is the most dangerous aspect to this kind of wound. But, this is the best place you could be. We won't let anything happen to you. ...Anything else, I mean. George, I... I don't know what to say.

George (to Eva): Eva, it's not your fault.

Eva (to George): I didn't say that! I've been told that in so many times and in so many variations, I tire of hearing it! How did I not know? How did *I* not know?

George (to Eva): ... Fine. You want to play it like that... Why didn't you know? You're not only twin sisters but bloody clones of the same person. There had to have been a clue, no matter how small or insignificant that you overlooked... Woo, I should not get that worked up... Is there some water? I feel hot.

Eva (to George): Good heavens! Lay down! You're not in the condition for this. Drink this! ...What are they giving you for the infection? Here. That should stem the fever a bit and help with the pain.

George (to Eva): ... I-- I don't know. Someone just comes with a handful of tablets & tells me to take them.

Eva (to George): Tablets! You should be on a drip at the least! Someone is going to get quite the taking to. I should think that... Oh. Of course. There is no one else managing things, is there? ... Is that better? This medication should be a bit stronger.

George (to Eva): I think so... Thank you, Eva.

Eva (to George): You're welcome. (to Charles) You can come back inside, Mr. Turner.

George (to Eva & Charles): Oh, Charles... Don't you think he's handsome, Eva? I think he's the handsomest boy I've ever seen... And, he's here in the room... You'd think I'd be embarrassed but I'm not cuz... I feel lovely.

Charles (to Eva & George): ...I brought some tea, if you'd like a cuppa.

Eva (to Charles & George): No. Thank you, Charles. Please watch over her for me. She may be feeling a little, um, relaxed.

Charles (to Eva): Yes, miss. (to George) I'd ask how you're feeling, but that grin seems to say it all.

George (to Charles): I feel like a balloon... You really are handsome... So handsome.

Charles (to George): Oh! Uh, thanks, Wildcat. I, uh, I don't think you've ever pet my face before... Feels like your fever broke finally.

George (to Charles): Did it? That's good... I was a bit worried that Una had poisoned me on top of the stabbing.

Charles (to George): I was too. You were a bit delirious for a time, and looked so pale...

George (to Charles): ... I'm sorry I scared you, Charlie.

Charles (to George): Guess we're even now, aren't we? ...You sure you're feeling alright? You can go to sleep if you need. You look exhausted.

George (to Charles): I think I will sleep... I love you, Charlie.

Charles (to George): I love you too, George. I'll prolly be here when you wake up.

A little while later:

Eva: Why does no one in this ruddy place have a single once of brain in one bloody skull?! I just need five damn minutes...

Luc (to Eva): Eva? What's going on? Are you alright?

Eva (to Luc): Everyone keeps running about like headless chickens, needing schematics, or information, or asking me questions I don't have any bloody answers for! I've run every diagnostic that comes to mind, and gone through MONTHS worth of my journals... And if one more person, ONE SINGLE ONE, pats me on my shoulder and tells me that it isn't my fault, I *swear* I'm going to... Oh. Oh my God. Oh my GOD… <sobs>

Luc (to Eva): It's ok, beautiful. Let it out. You're allowed to be angry, upset & confused. You just lost your sister figuratively speaking.

Eva (to Luc): I... I'm sorry. That was... That was inappropriate. I apologize for my outburst. I'm... I am at a loss.

Luc (to Eva): That wasn't inappropriate at all… You clearly need a break. Come with me.

Several hours later, at CLANNG headquarters: Bern, Switzerland:

Poppy: Boy, CLANNG has really upped their security since the last time I snuck in here... And now, I'm apparently talking to myself. Okay, let's just bloody well get this over with once and for all... Roly Poly Roland is going to owe me big time, if I survive this.

Meanwhile, at Tesla's Monastery; Colorado Springs, Colorado, American Colonies:

Nathaniel (to Victor): Hey, Victor. How are you and Zoe holding... Are you smoking? Since when do you fucking smoke!?!

Victor (to Nathaniel): Huh? Oh. Yeah. I don't. Not anymore, that is. I used to. After Mum and Dad died, but I really couldn't afford to keep it up. Before, that is.

Mouse (to Victor & Nathaniel): Yes, when did you start smoking? Filthy habit... Aren't you going to give your aunt a hug? Both of you? And, don't even try getting out of it, Nate. We may not be blood related but what the fuck ever... Git over here.

Victor (to Mouse): Aunt Mouse!?!

Nathaniel (to Mouse): Hey, Emma.

Mouse (to Victor & Nathaniel): Hey kiddos! I would have been over here sooner but SOMEBODY left me a person short with a big catering job. I thought you guys could use some more family getting in your way and asking you how you're doing. :-P

Nathaniel (to Mouse): Yeah... Figured you'd cut me some slack on that.

Mouse (to Nathaniel): Of course. I'm just teasing you, Nate... It's a coping mechanism. (to Victor) ... So, how are you?

Nathaniel (to Mouse): Heh. Like being an ass is mine. (to Victor) Gimme that shit! If I've managed to avoid smoking, you don't get to!

Victor (to Mouse & Nathaniel): Shockingly, I've been better.

Mouse (to Victor & Nathaniel): I know, kiddo... Hell, I was kinda hoping that it was a prank to get me over here. Where can I find Vincent? I actually came to see him, mostly... No offense to you kids but you've got each other to lean on.

Victor (to Mouse): Dad's in the east wing, Aunt Mouse. (to Nathaniel) Here! Blimey. I just wanted the one, ya know.

Mouse (to Victor & Nathaniel): Thanks. Try not to torment each other too much...

Victor (to Mouse & Nathaniel): Heh. No promises.

A few minutes later:

Mouse (to Vincent): <knock, knock> Hello? Vincent? Little brother? ... Can I come in?

Vincent (to Mouse): Mouse! How on earth... Nevermind. I don't care. Give me a hug.

Mouse (to Vincent): That's why I'm here... I'd ask you how you're holding up but I can guess... You look like shit.

Vincent (to Mouse): I'm sure I do. I feel like shit. I know I need to keep it together for the kids, but... What the hell am I gonna do?

Mouse (to Vincent): You're going to mourn and be terrible to be around for awhile and then, you'll figure it out... I'm sure Poppy had plans for this sort of thing happening. She always seemed to have backup plans of backup plans... unlike your tactics. And you know, Eep and I will help you when and where we can.

Vincent (to Mouse): I know you will, sweetie. Thank you...

Mouse (to Vincent): … A more immediate concern is to hand over Lucas. I think his diaper needs to be changed... or is that a new cologne?

Vincent (to Mouse): Oh Jesus! That poor kid. I'm a fucking mess... (to Lucas) Daddy's sorry, Baby Boy.

Mouse (to Vincent): Here. I'll take care of the poopy little man and you dig in my bag and find the Kraken & soda I brought for the occassion. And then, we will drink until you can't feel feelings. Deal?

Vincent (to Mouse): God, fuck yes.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 111

At the Greymalkin townhouse; New London, Britannia:

Starling (to Una): Excuse me, ma'am. I've brought you some breakfast. The professor will be available to see you in a couple hours.

Una (to Starling): Thank you, Starling. Did you make the arrangements like I asked?

Starling (to Una): I did... Do you think you might be able to fix Mister Carver? I believe he is quite anxious to be human again.

Una (to Starling): Your little bunny friend is hardly any of my concern.

Starling (to Una): Oh... I'm sorry to have bothered you with it. I'll leave you to your breakfast.

Una (to Starling): Good.

A few hours later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Eva: Una. What in earth are you doing, sister de-... I am talking to myself. Why would she... Oh. Oh God.

Fiona (to Aiden): You can call off the second search party, Wilkes.

Aiden (to Fiona): ... Did you find her?

Fiona (to Aiden): We found what there was to find. It looks like you're in charge of the school until we work out what procedures the missus put in place. I imagine her family's going to need some time to themselves. Thought you'd want to be the one to tell your boy.

Aiden (to Fiona): You're right, of course... I believe she left me an emergency file... I'm sure it's somewhere in my office... Nate isn't going to take this very well. Hell, none of the Potters are... Shit.

Fiona (to Aiden): No. The Captain almost collapsed... But there are things that need doing, and we're the ones to do them. I'm going to check our security.

Eva (to Aiden & Fiona): Mr. Wilkes! We need to abandon the school! Una stabbed George! We all need to leave now! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Aiden (to Eva & Fiona): Good god, woman! Calm down. What on earth are you talking about? We've got our hands full dealing with things right now... Miss Poppy is dead.

Eva (to Aiden & Fiona): For the love of... I know that! I mean, I suspected, but sentimentality isn't our primary concern right now! Una STABBED George! You don't understand what that means, do you, you ruddy twit? We were RAISED with George! George was stabbed in the stomach. Those kinds of wounds are often fatal. Why on earth would Una try to kill George? THINK! Because she knows! She knows George would rather die than be subjected to experimentation again!

Aiden (to Eva): ... Miss Greymalkin, what exactly are you saying? That Una stabbed George to save her? I'm clearly miss-- Wait.

Fiona (to Eva & Aiden): What is it you mean, girl?

Eva  (to Aiden & Fiona): Isn't it bloody obvious? Maladori controls our mother's company. If Una... I think it's safe to assume she knows where to find us, how to get past our security, where to find Mr.Turner... Oh God! And Mr. Tesla!

Fiona (to Aiden): What is it I'm missing?

Eva (to Fiona & Aiden): ... Maybe I was the control instead.

Aiden (to Fiona): MGillivray, sound the evacuation alarm. Get all the children onboard the Wicked Sister. She has more than enough room. We'll get the ships in the air and rendezvous at the monastery. I think that will be the best place to defend.

Fiona (to Aiden): On it. (to Eva) Come along, girl! You can loose your shite later. Right now there are jobs to be done. On your feet!

Eva (to Fiona): Oh. Yes. Quite right. (to Aiden) Excuse me, Mr. Wilkes.

Aiden (to Fiona & Eva): I'm sure I will see you ladies later... I need to get things prepared.

When Strange Worlds Collide, Day 110

At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

George (to Antony): There you are, Mister Tobias! I've been looking all over for you. Do you have a moment?

Antony (to George): Yeah... Suppose Miss Sato don't need me right this minute. Wotcha want, Mr. Fitzroy?

George (to Antony): I wanted to talk to you about a personal matter, if you don't mind...

Antony (to George): <sigh> What'd I do this time?

George (to Antony): Nothing at all... It's just that, well, I'm getting a bit tired of being called a poof by you lot.

Antony (to George): ... An' yer *talkin'* t'me about it? Bloody 'ell... Jus' start sluggin' folk. That'll stop 'em. T'be fair, you ARE on th' poofy side. I don' mean nuffin' by it. Just sayin'...

George (to Antony): It's probably because I'm a girl, you twit.

Antony (to George): ... What's that got to do wif it?

George (to Antony): ... Do you actually know what the word 'poof' means, Tony? Because, I do not think it means what you think it means.

Antony (to George): It's a fancy lad, innit? Somebody wif a nice suit an' a buncha stuffy ways. Way I figure it, don't matter if yer a girl.

George (to Antony): It doesn't mean that, Tony. It means a bloke who likes other blokes, you know, romantically.

Antony (to George): Don't change fact that yer posh... Why you called Mister if yer a lady? You like it better?

George (to Antony): I've been hiding from some nasty folks & my guardian thought it would be better if I pretended to be a boy. Plus, I like wearing trousers and the suits help me get into a lot more places than the kind of togs you wear.

Antony (to George): Well, I ain't got any choice in what I wear, do I? Got more than jus' a name passed down from th' other Antony.

George (to Antony): Sure you do... I've got some clothes that would fit you. Do you want a suit of your own, a pair of overalls or a dress? I grew out of them and they're just taking up space in my closet.

Antony (to George): Who was it who tol' you? Miss Eva or Miss Zoe?

George (to Antony): That you're a girl? It was Eva. She referred to you as Miss Tobias. I almost didn't notice. Was it supposed to be a secret?

Antony (to George): ... No. Not exactly.

George (to Antony): Heh. Well, we got something in common, I guess.

Antony (to George): ... Guess so.

A few hours later, at Gervaux & Drexler's; New London, Britannia:

Poppy (to George): Now, honey, what did Margaux tell you about meeting a contact that might possibly be a threat?

George (to Poppy): To always watch your back. Note the exits. And, never ever trust them.

Poppy (to George): Very good… Henri? Are you here? We don't have time for your stupid games. Get out here, honey.

Starling (to Poppy & George): I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Gervaux is no longer with us… Perhaps, you'd like to leave a message?

Poppy (to Starling): Oh yes, I just might, honey… (to George) Get out of here, honey.

George (to Poppy): Not likely, Miss Poppy.

Starling (to Poppy): I have waited a very long time for this, Miss Poppy. I believe I owe you SO much.

Poppy (to Starling): Are you trying to be scary, honey? Because, I have to tell you, it's a bit pitiful… Let's dance, shall we?

Starling (to Poppy): I never thought you'd ask, ma'am.

George: … Fuck.

A short time later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

George (to Una): Oh my god, Una! It's Miss Poppy... She's hurt… I think she's dead.. Starling...

Una (to George): … Is it that time already?

George (to Una): What!?!

Una (to George): Sorry. Gotta go… Can't have you ruining things, now can I?

George (to Una): But--

A short time later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Luc (to George): Mister Fitzroy? … George? Bloody hell! This is not good. (to Eva) Eva? George needs medical attention immediately.

Eva (to Luc): What?! Oh blast... I've got my kit here. What's wrong with her?

Luc (to Eva): Looks like a stab wound to the gut. I don't think it was too long ago. She hasn't lost a lot of blood but it looks bad… She was off with my mother.

Eva (to Luc): Oh... That is not good. Go find Mr. Turner or Mr. Tobias. They have the same blood type as she does. Your brother can track your mother. You two and whoever you can round up who you think will be the most dangerous, go find Miss Poppy. I will take care of George.

Luc (to Eva): Yes, of course.

A few minutes later, in the kitchen:

Luc (to Charles): Mister Turner, please report to the infirmary. Fitzroy has been hurt. Eva needs your blood.

Charles (to Luc): She's ... She's WHAT?! Oh. Oh ruddy 'ell.

Luc (to Charles): Yes. My sentiments exactly. I don't have time to explain. I need to find Victor. Have you seen him?

Charles (to Luc): Huh? What? Yeah...Victor. He, uh, he's in the hanger, I-- I think. I gotta go!

Luc (to Charles): As do I.

A short time later, in the hangar:

Luc (to Victor): There you are, big little brother! Can you find mother right now? No time to explain.

Victor (to Luc): ... Um, yeah. Should be. What so I need to bring?

Luc (to Victor): Your girl, Fiona and all the weapons we can carry. George is hurt, she went out with mother & came back alone.

Victor (to Luc): ... Shit! Alright. Let me see if I can get a bead on where we're going, and we'll raid the... Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no... This isn't possible. It's not right...

Luc (to Victor): What is it?

Victor (to Luc): ... I can't find Mum! (to Zoe) Zoe! ZOE!!!

Zoe (to Victor & Luc): Gah, Victor… I have such a terrible headache. Do you hear a weird buzzing noise?

Victor (to Zoe & Luc): What? No. What are you... Nevermind that! Zoe... Mum's in trouble, and I can't find her.

Zoe (to Victor & Luc): Well, no wonder I have a headache. I was just looking for her. She mentioned taking George to meet a contact for a lesson. Some French guy… Ger something… Gervaine, no. Gervaux, maybe?

Victor (to Zoe & Luc): ...Right. We'll have to look for her the old fashioned way. I'll grab Yuki, you two round up Fiona. You--you guys know what it means that we can't find her, don't you? What it might mean, I mean...

Zoe (to Victor): Don't say it, Victor. Not yet… Okay? (to Luc) Luc, how bad is it?

Luc (to Zoe): We should go find Fiona.

Victor (to Luc & Zoe): Right. I'll be back in a few.

Luc (to Fiona & Zoe): McGillivray! We need you & your muscle. Poppy has gone missing.

Fiona (to Luc & Zoe): Lead the way. (to Winchester) Fox! We're in lockdown! You know what to do.

Winchester (to Fiona): I'm on it, firebug!

Fiona (to Luc & Zoe): I've got my usual kit. What else might we need pretties?

Luc (to Fiona): I think that should more than suffice… (to Zoe) Zoe, we're going to need you to stay here. Just in case.

Zoe (to Luc & Fiona): Fine.

Fiona (to Zoe & Luc): You, Mr. Baldwin, your father and Fox are to find us if you haven't heard from us in 24. Keep everyone here safe, lass. If they've tried to hit the Magpie, we'll be next.

Zoe (to Fiona & Luc): I'll do my best.

Luc (to Zoe): Of course you will, big sister. Gimme a hug… (to Fiona) We should go, now.

Fiona (to Luc): Right behind you, boy.

Zoe: Shit… Dad… Who's going to tell him?

Meanwhile, in the infirmary:

Charles (to Eva): Miss Eva!

Eva (to Charles): Sit down, roll up your sleeve, and for the love of God, stay calm. I won't let anything happen to George, I promise you.

Charles (to George): Wildcat... Be awright. Please be awright. Please...

George (to Charles & Eva): … Wha-- what happened? … Miss Poppy needs help... Starling… Uh, I feel weird...

Eva (to Charles): Georgette Franklin, lay back down right this moment! (to Charles) Calm her down.

Charles (to George): Take it easy, Wildcat. Don't worry... Mr. Vadrouiller is seeing to Miss Poppy. George? Are you alright?

George (to Eva & Charles): It was Una… Who did this to me.

Eva (to George & Charles): What? ...That can't be right. She would never hurt you, George. Are you sure it was Una?

George (to Eva): It was her.

Eva (to George & Charles): ... I... I don't know what to say.

George (to Eva): I'm sorry, Eva... I wish it wasn't true.

Eva (to George & Charles): ... I do too. Well. Um... You're stable, so don't move about too much. Mr. Turner can't spare any more blood. And don't remove those sensors! I'll, um, I suppose I'll go through Una's papers. To see if I can find... Clues. Yes.

Charles (to George): Wildcat, please... Lay back. I love you, but you look ruddy awful.

George (to Charles & Eva): I feel ruddy awful, Charlie. I'll just lay right here. I promise. Thank you for saving me. Both of you.

Eva (to George): Of course, George, you're like a sis-... I mean, I care for you very much. (to Charles) Watch her, Mr. Turner!

George (to Eva): I feel the same, Eva... (to Charles) Woo, did she drug me? I feel woozy.

Charles (to Eva): Yes, ma'am. (to George) I think that's probably the blood loss. Do you need anything, gorgeous?

George (to Charles): No. I think I need to sleep for a bit. Will you stay withe me until I fall asleep?

Charles (to George): Yeah. Course. Yer gonna have a hard time getting rid of me any time soon, I'm afraid.

George (to Charles): I think I can live with that.

Charles (to George): Good. I love you, and I... Woo. Heh. I think I'm staying right here for the night myself.

Sometime later, in an alley; New London, Britannia:

Una (to Starling): Oh my goodness! Look, how sad & pitiful the great Magpie looks. (to Poppy) Did someone break you, Poppy? (to Starling) You finally did something right, Starling. Brava!

Starling (to Una): Thank you, ma'am. What would you like me to do with the body?

Una (to Starling): I do believe we should take it with us. I'm sure there's a lot we can learn from the corpse.

Starling (to Una): Yes, of course… The professor has always wanted to dissect Miss Poppy.

Una (to Starling): There will be known of that, Starling. Not just yet, at least.

A little while later, at the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:

Vincent: Heh heh. C'mon, Lucas. Walk for daddy... Hee hee! Or fall on your ass for Daddy. Yes! Whose a big boy?

Zoe (to Vincent): Whoa! Lucas is walking… Hi Dad.

Vincent (to Zoe): Hee hee! He sure is. Look at him go! We'll never keep him in one place now. ...What's wrong, sweetie?

Zoe (to Vincent): I-- I don't know how to tell you this… George was hurt & Mom's missing. Victor, Luc, Fiona & Yuki have gone to look for her. Fox has the bunker on lockdown. If they're not back in 24 hours, we go look for them.

Vincent (to Zoe): ... Oh. I understand. Come on, my gorgeous Baby Boy. Your mom has a contingency plan, of course. Hopefully, she'll be back before we need to put it in place... What lockdown plan is Fox using?

Zoe (to Vincent): … I don't know. Fiona yelled at him to go into lockdown & he said he was on it… You're taking this much better than I was expecting.

Vincent (to Zoe): ... Hun, right now all I want to do is get in a fight, break down or grab my rapier and run after your mother. She's the love of my life, hun, and something happening to her is the fifth most terrifying thing I can think of... But, I have you kids, and the kids in the school to worry about... I have to believe your mother will be OK. I have to.

Zoe (to Vincent): I know, Dad… How about I take Lucas off your hands so you can de-stress?

Vincent (to Zoe): Actually, hun, I think I'd like to keep him with me. I could use some company, and I'm sure you want to process yourself. Give me a hug, sweetie.

Zoe (to Vincent): I was hoping you'd say that, Dad… I love you.

Vincent (to Zoe): I love you too. For the record, the only thing more terrifying to me than something happening to your mom, is something happening to you kids. Take care of yourself. I promise to do the same, OK?

Zoe (to Vincent): Okay… I'm going to go curl up with my man for a bit. If you need anything, let me know, alright?

Vincent (to Zoe): I will.