I woke the next morning to the delicious smell of coffee. Being a prisoner, you don't exactly get the best tasting food, and their coffee might as well have been a few spoonfuls of dirt in a chipped cup of lukewarm water. Wanting to get to the coffee before it was finished, I quickly got up and began to get ready for the day.

I started to walk into the kitchen, but stopped when I saw Flora. She was busy cooking breakfast while humming a cheery little tune. "Good morning" I said.

Apparently, it's a good thing to announce your presence before approaching somebody with a hot pan who had no idea you were there. I'd have to keep that in mind in the future.

Flora yelped in surprise, her hand jerked, and whatever she was making flew out of the pan and sailed onto my head.

Now it was my turn to yelp in surprise. Whatever it was, it was hot, hot, hot. And sticky. I tried to pry it off, but it was stuck to my hair. "Clive?" Flora asked uncertainly. "What are you doing here?"

"Ahhh! Get it off! Get it off!"

"Hey, that was for breakfast! Do you know how long it took for me to make tha–"

"GET IT OFF!"

"Oh, right!" With Flora's help, the evil thing was finally off. I looked at what Flora had in her hand, and was a bit surprised to see a pancake. A half cooked pancake. I didn't know something so small could cause that much pain.

"Pancakes?" I hadn't had those in years.

She nodded. "There's breakfast, if you want." she gestured to the table, where a small breakfast was laid out.

"Thanks" I replied, while pouring a cup of coffee. Taking a sip, I was taken over by that blissful calm only coffee could bring. I know, I drank way too much of the stuff, but I couldn't seem to kick my habit. Not that I wanted to anyways.

I was a bit apprehensive about eating food Flora had made, recalling an earlier conversation with Luke. But I was hungry, so I took a bite. "Hey, this is really good! Luke told me you couldn't cook to save your life!"

"He said that? That little tw– oh never mind. Well, next time you see him, tell him I've had nothing but time to practice while they've been away. You can't help but get good at cooking with the amount of practice I've had."

We stopped talking after that. I went about my day, and she went about hers. It was the afternoon when I saw her again. "Clive?" she said quietly.

I put down the paper I had been reading. "Yeah?"

"Oh God, this is embarrassing. I know I said that I didn't want to do everything with you, but I–I've never been out before, and I don't know where anything is here, in the city, I mean, and the Professor's always gone, and he told me not to go out unless I was with someone I knew, but I don't know anyone here, and you know where things are, right? So I was wondering, I mean, you don't have to or anythin–"

"Flora, you're rambling. What do you want?"

"Willyoushowmearoundtown?" she rushed.

"Show you around? Now?" I wasn't sure, but I felt strangely elated at her request to do something with me. "Yeah, I guess I could."

"Thank you, Clive! Thank you so much!"


A few minutes later, we were heading out into the busy streets of London. Flora's eyes shone with excitement, and I couldn't help but feel a bit excited myself. After showing her where the places she'd probably go to frequently, we began to go home. I turned around to ask Flora if there was anything else she wanted to see, when I saw I was walking alone. "Flora?" I called.

"Here!" came her distant reply.

Following the sound of her voice, I found her looking at a small shop in awe. "Look at this place, Clive!"

"It's an antique store."

"Not just this store, although it's my favorite, but this entire street! It's perfect!"

My eyes scanned the street. It was clustered with little shops, a cafe, a book shop, a bakery, and some boutiques. "It's nice, I guess. Wait a minute, does this mean I've been walking by myself for a whole street?" I turned back towards her, only to see she had once again disappeared. "Flora!"

She'd gone into the shop. Sighing, I turned and followed her in.


"Flora, you've got to stop running off like that." My words fell on deaf ears. Flora was looking at one of the displays, entranced. "Flora?"

I walked up to see what had her attention. On the display was a necklace. It had a gold chain, and a small gold pendant in the shape of an apple. It was quirky, and although it was pretty enough, I didn't see why she was as fascinated as she was.

"Flora? Are you alright?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine" she murmured. "It's just that..." she trailed off.

"What about it?" I asked.

She turned towards me. "Let's go back, Clive. I'm tired and hungry and it's getting late." She then proceeded to drag me out of the shop and pretty much the rest of the way home.

What was with that necklace?

A/N: New chapter! What is with that necklace, anyhow? I have vague idea of where this story is going to go, but I'm not too sure, so suggestions would be welcome. Please review! I love hearing what you think!