Disclaimer: I don't own Tale Of Two Cities
Despite the fact that thunder cracked as loudly as the whip Sydney, perhaps in a drunken stupor, slept soundly. The wind howled and Sydney took no notice. He was not aware when a street lamp knocked over. He was dreaming of Sarah. He was dreaming of the girl that he loved, well before he met Lucie. Lucie was a replica of Sarah but he had loved Lucie in her own right. She was like the stars twinkling and Charles, not him, was the sky. Sydney's dreams were discontinued by a frantic knocking at the door. He stumbled out of bed and got himself dressed. Quickly he combed back his hair. He did so grunting and growling every step of the way. What did Striver want now? Couldn't he see it was passed dark? He wanted to give Striver a proper telling off.
Downstairs he threw open the door. He was not met by Striver. The sight he was met with chilled him to the bone. It was Lucie and Charles. Lucie Ann had not been with them. Lucie was shaking and Charles was trying to hold her steady but he was trembling too and trying to keep the tears out of his eyes. Sydney immediately opened the door for them and welcomed them in with open arms.
"Lucie," he said, "Charles... come on in. You look positively chilled to the bone."
"Sydney," Lucie said quietly, "We need you. We can't afford it at the moment but-"
"Never mind afford," Sydney said firmly, "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened."
"It's Little Lucie," Charles said, "The republic took her."
"Wait," Sydney said, "I know you're upset but you need to slow down."
"Two guarded men broke into our home," Lucie said, "They grabbed Little Lucie. They had a sword to her head. They had said if we tried to take her... that they would lop off her head. They stated they were taking her to La Force."
"To La Force? What charge could a 5 year old possibly have brought against her," Sydney exclaimed.
"She's the daughter of an Evermond," Charles said, "and for that... she will likely get the guillotine."