Emma opened her eyes. The events of the previous day came flooding in, and she groaned.

"You okay?" A voice sounded from above her.

Emma turned her head to look at the teenage boy and smiled. "Just thinking about all that happened yesterday."

Timothy smiled. "And think about all the things happening today." He smirked. "Like shopping."

Emma groaned and buried her face under her pillow. She had forgotten all about that.

"Don't worry." Timothy said. "From what I hear, it's not that bad."

Emma sighed. "I hope so."

Timothy rolled over in bed. "What do you think?"

"Think about what?"

"About being part of this family. I know it isn't much..."

Emma propped up on her elbows. "Don't say that. Your family is great." Emma hesitated. "And... I'm honoured that you want me to be a part of it, even if it's only for a short time."

Timothy smiled. "I already feel like your brother."

Emma blushed, but smiled back. She has never been good at expressing her emotions.

In the other bedroom, her new parents had also woken up.

"We need to look for a bigger flat." Shelagh said, thinking of the three kids squashed in the other room.

"I know." Patrick said. He sighed. "I'll do it first thing, when I get to the office."

"No, Patrick." His wife said. "Let me do it. You have patients to see and house calls to do. I'll do it, after I take the kids to school."

"Talking about kids, what are we going to do with Emma?"

"I'll take her with me. She can help me decide. Besides, she needs new clothes and other things. We can do that this morning. Then, maybe in the afternoon, we could introduce her to everyone at Nonnatus house."

Patrick nodded. "That's a good idea. I'll meet you there."

Soft voices greeted them through the wall.

Shelagh smiled. "I guess that's my cue." She kissed Patrick on the cheek, before getting out of bed. She threw on her dressing gown, and slipped her feet into her slippers. She opened the door and walked downstairs, ready to start the day.

Both teenagers got out of bed. Timothy put on his dressing gown.

Emma picked up Angela and rested the toddler on her hip. Carrying her, she followed her new brother down the stairs.

When the children made it downstairs, the whole house smelled like pancakes.

Shelagh had set out the table. She was busy in the kitchen.

Emma put Angela in her highchair and sat down at the table. Timothy sat down next to her.

A few minutes later, a fully dressed Patrick joined them at the table.

Shelagh put a plate full of pancakes on the table. "Dig in."

Emma hesitated before speaking the thought which had been floating through her mind since the previous night. "I would like to go back to the woods. Maybe there's something there that can help me figure this all out."

Timothy nodded. "I could go with you."

"Why don't we all go?" Shelagh suggested. She looked over at Patrick. "We could go tomorrow. Since it's the weekend, the kids can come too."

Patrick nodded. "That's a good idea." He smiled. "Speaking of the woods, you never told us what happened there." He said. "What made you believe her?"

Timothy shrugged. "I don't know why. We just got this instant connection. I can't explain it. Something about her told me she was telling the truth."

"I felt I could trust him." Emma added.

"Have you ever felt it before?"

Timothy shook his head, but Emma nodded. "Once." She didn't elaborate, and the others didn't want to pry.

"Come on, kids." Shelagh said, breaking the silence. "Finish up your breakfast. It's almost time to go." She stood up, collecting the empty plates from the table.

Emma stood up, lending her a hand.

Timothy went back upstairs to get dressed. Emma passed him on the way down.

"Make sure you take your card, Emma." Shelagh called out after her.

Emma nodded, and continued walking up the stairs.

Emma opened the bedroom door. She took of her nightie and put on the dress Shelagh had chosen for her. It was soft yellow, with a floral print. It reached just below her knees. The dress felt weird. She wasn't used to wearing them. She put on her boots, and smiled. This felt more like her.

When she got downstairs, the others were getting ready to leave.

Shelagh frowned when she saw Emma's boots. "What are you wearing?"

Emma looked down. "The dress you gave me." Was she wearing it wrong?

"What about your shoes?"

"It's the only pair I have." Emma said, handing the other woman her wallet.

Shelagh frowned, as she put the wallet in her purse. "It will do for now, but we'll have to find you a nice pair then, today."

Emma forced a smile on her face.