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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] Reaching the stairs, Charles looked back at Maeve and smiled. "All types of things miss, I likes swimmin most," he said in a bright voice as Thomas escorted the Lady Kirkpatrick inside of the house. It seemed that the two were locked in conversation. 

	"Oh, Bengamina will be staying with us." Sally stopped in her tracks just inside of the door and thrust her cane into the wood with a hard knock. [color=f7976a]"And just how long will she be staying?"[/color] Signing Thomas shook his head and gave a shrug of his shoulders. "Who knows." Her lips thinned as her eyes narrowed. [color=f7976a]"No visitor should be allowed admittance without a departure date set."[/color] Closing the door Thomas smooth his hair a bit. "She just showed up, what was I to do?" Turning away from him she eyed her nephew and motioned for Charles to continue up the stairs. [color=f7976a]"Offer her a scone, a cup of tea, and ship her back to the putricity of her hometown."[/color] Thomas' jaw went slack as he exclaimed, "London is under siege by Soulless!"

	There was a frankness to Sallys next words as she stood her ground. [color=f7976a]"So, just another day on the Thames is it not?"[/color] Thomas threw his hands up in defeat. "Fine, you wish her ass out then you throw her ass out!" he said as he started to storm off. [color=f7976a]"Vulgarity is no replacement for wit."[/color] Shaking her head she began towards the stairs. "We can't all be as perfect as you auntie!" he screamed from another room. [color=f7976a]"Mores the pity,"[/color] she sighed and then eyed Maeve for a moment before nodding for the girl to keep moving. [color=f7976a]"Never a dull moment in this house."[/color] It was obvious that the woman had a quick wit about her and a silver tongue, something she prided herself in. 

[center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] [color=fdc68a]"Puzzling and puzzling it is what we do, move and move, to and fro, stop and go, that's what make the walls come down, or up, or over or under,"[/color] Ludwig said as he stared at the wall, his lips pressing together and thinning out as he did. Then his mouth went agape and hung there, he seemed to zone out as he looked at the wall. Holding there for a moment before blinking over and over again and pushing his glasses up his nose. [color=fdc68a]"Yes, yes, that way, now that one, move there,"[/color] he started to say. His hands started to move dramatically as if he was conducting a symphony that no one could see but himself. 

	The wall pieces kept moving each time Vlad moved one. Some stuck worse than others but they all eventually did move. That was until the Knight was sacrificed to the Queen. The knights block slipping into place, sunk. Down and down it went into the wall. [color=fdc68a]"Knight saves queen,"[/color] he said as he dropped to his knees and gave a shit eating grin. The ground shook and slowly the grass started to give way near the wall, ripping and tearing, tearing and ripping. Stone shook and gravel quaked, the squeals of gears turning from somewhere within and the walls opened, pulling apart and opening the heart of the nation to the rest of the world for the first time. [color=fdc68a]"Checkmate."[/color]

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Preston:[/i][/b][/color] "Of course, glad to help. Everyone needs a hand every so often," the ships captain said. It wasn't long before anchor was lifted and the sails were set. Pulling out of the harbor that was Preston and heading north. "The winds are with us, and the tides will be when we get to Port Annan," he said as his first mate took the wheel. "Get some rest, we will be there within hours as long as the wind remains with us."

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] Waiting on the two women, it was the first time that the Grand Duchess had given herself to be alone with her thoughts. Taking time to contemplate what they were doing, what could be waiting ahead of them, and what would be coming behind them. She had no doubt that the Circus was aware of her disappearance by now and they would soon to follow if they hadn't already. What would she do if they caught up to her? What she would she do if they didn't? What if they were too late to stop this madness? What if this was what Millicent wanted?

	That hadn't crossed her mind until now, what if Millicent was doing this for a reason. A reason greater to her than her own life, it was possible. She would keep going though, if it was, she needed to know why. She had a vision for a reason, others had as well. She had to follow it through. And it seemed that the Lady's were joining her so that they could. The horse was ready but Myska didn't look like he wanted to move just yet. Sighing to herself she petted the large cat. She understood his weariness.