AN: I'm back with chapter two! I was truly amazed about all the reviews I got! You guys are amazing! A BIG thanks goes to my beta who got rid of all the mistakes. So all the possible mistakes are mine.

I do not own any of the characters!

Throw your soul through every open door. Count your blessings to find what you look for. Turn my sorrow into treasured gold. You'll pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow

~Adele, Rollin in the Deep.

Mary had gone straight from the Crawley house to see her grandmother. With Isobel's letter on her hand, she went into the drawing room where the Dowager Countess of Grantham was reading her newspaper.

"Lady Mary Crawley, Your Ladyship", Spratt announced and Violet turned her head towards her granddaughter.

"Mary, dear, what are you doing in here so early?" she asked.

Mary waited until Spratt had left the room until she started talking. "It's Isobel...she's gone,"

Violet grew a confused expression on her face. "What do you mean gone? Gone where?"

"How should I know? I went to the Crawley House and found this", Mary showed the Dowager the envelope. "In this letter she say's that 'she needs to re-think her life' and that 'Downton is not the right place to do it'. Read it yourself."

Violet took the letter from Mary and started to read it. After finishing the letter she laid it down onto her table and looked at Mary.

"She agreed to have tea with me this afternoon...", The Dowager started. "Where could she have possibly went to? And why?" Violet said angrily

"It's because of Lord Merton. The man scared her off and now she's missing", Mary replied and stood up.

"Go back to Downton and tell Cora that I am coming to dinner tonight. Together we can figure out what to do with this matter." After Mary had gone, Violet was left by herself.

Had she really lost her friend and companion? Yes, she had disliked Isobel at the beginning, but her opinion had changed over the years. Now they were able to enjoy each others company and talk like true friends. And Violet was already missing that.

She needed Isobel to be found. Because without her, the Dowager countess of Grantham would become rather lonely.

After spending her night in London, Isobel took the morning train to Manchester.

It had been a very long time since she'd last been there. After Matthew's death Isobel had seriously considered moving back to Manchester, but she had never done it.

Her home in Manchester was empty and quiet. The only person who came to the house was a maid once a week to check up on everything

While walking through the streets of Manchester, Isobel was hit with a wave of nostalgia, a happy wave of nostalgia.

Manchester was the place she called home for 50 years and nothing had changed.

Suddenly her old home was right in front of her. Isobel recalled the walk from the train station to her home to take much longer.

She opened the door with her key, stepped in and put her suitcases down. Isobel took few steps forward and took a better look at her surroundings. The curtains were closed and the furniture looked like ghosts as they were covered with white sheets.

All of the old memories filled her mind and Isobel was almost able to hear the sounds from the past. This house had seen the joy and sorrow that Isobel Crawley had gone through in her past life.

When the Dowager Countess called Dickie Merton, the last thing he had expected to hear was that Isobel Crawley had gone missing. Of course Lady Grantham had twisted the story a little.

She hadn't exactly gone "missing". Isobel had just left.

The news, however, still pained him. It was clearly his fault. The woman he loved had gone away. Dickie felt extremely sad as he thought about her.

He wished she could've been honest and told him that she wasn't happy. That she wanted their relationship to end. By leaving, Isobel showed that she wanted a different kind of future. A future that did not involve him. Maybe she was in love with another man.

That was a thought he couldn't bare.

The memory of her bright smile and sparkling eyes on the day she had accepted his proposal came back to him. He would do anything to get her back.

He wanted to do anything to get her back. She was his last chance of happiness and he was not going to let her slip away.

But where had she gone? London? Manchester? Or perhaps even France like she had during the war. Isobel was impossible for she left no clues.

But, he was determined to find her. And this time, nothing would come between him and the woman he loved with all of his heart.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down.

And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

~Ed Sheeran, Lego House

tbc

AN: So this was chapter two! Review to give me feedback!