Spencer wakes up from her slumber, walking over to her drawers, taking out the hidden medallion. After gazing at it she decides to put it on just as a knock comes to her door.

"Spencer? Are you alright? Are you decent?" her father asks from the other side of the door. Spencer runs and hides the medallion in the bodice of her nightgown, throwing on her rode.

"Yes, yes!" she says standing next to her bed.

"Still in bed at this hour?" her father asks opening the curtains and window. "It's a beautiful day." He comments starring out. "I have a gift for you." Governor Carlin suddenly says walking to his maids holding a box. Spencer watches as he reveals a dress.

"Oh, it's beautiful." she says taking it out of the box.

"Isn't it?"

"May I inquire as to the occasion?"

"Does a father need a reason to dote upon his daughter?" he said before turning to the maids. "Go on. Actually I, um, I had hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today." He told her nervously.

"The ceremony?"

"Captain Norrington's promotion ceremony."

"I knew it!" He ignored her comment.

"Commodore Norrington, as he's about to become." The maids begin to lace Spencer up in a corset, as Spencer gasps from how tight it is. "A fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know. Spencer? How's it coming?"

"It's difficult to say." she responds, grasping her midriff.

""I'm told it's the latest fashion in London."

"Well, Woman in London must have learned not to breathe." Spencer complained as the maids continued to dress her.

"Milord, you have a visitor." a servant said entering the room.

Downstairs Ashley is studying a sconce. She reaches up to touch its feeble form breaks under her grasp. Desperate, she buries it in a vase, holding canes and umbrella's

"Ah, Ms. Davies, good to see you again." Governor Carlin says as he walks down the steps.

"Good day, sir. I have your order." she says taking out the sword that was in the box, snug under her arm. Governor Carlin takes the sword, getting a feel for it before he speaks. "Well."

"The blade is folded steel. That's gold filigree laid into the handle." Ashley says pointing to the sword. "If I may." he continues. Governor Carlin hands him the sword and Ashley easily balanced the sword on one finger. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." She says before flipping the blade and handing it gracefully to Governor Carlin.

"Impressive." He says taking the sword. "Very Impressive. Ah, now, Commodore Norrington is going to be very pleased with this. Do pass my compliments on to your master. Hmmm?" Governor Carlin says putting the sword back in its casing.

"I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated." Ashley says with a smile. She looks up to see Spencer begin to walk down the steps.

"Oh, Spencer, you look absolutely stunning." the governor said.

"Ashley! It's so good to see you. I had a dream about you last night."

"About me?" Ashley asked taken aback.

"Yes, well, is that entirely proper for you to?" Governor Carlin asked.

"About the day we met, do you remember?" Spencer asked finishing her walk down the steps.

"How could I forget, Miss Carlin?"

"Ash, how many times must I ask you to call me Spencer?" the blond asked.

"At least once more, Miss Carlin, as always."

"There. See? At least the girl has a sense of Propriety" Governor Carlin said ready to walk out the door. His servants held clothing in their hands ready as well. "Now, we really must be going." He continues, handing Spencer a parasol. "There you are."

"Good day, Ms. Davies."

"Come along." Governor Carlin persisted, almost pushing Spencer out the door.

"Good day," Ashley begins to say, as the Carlin's begin to exit, heading towards the carriage. "Spencer." Ashley says in a whisper.