London, 1889, near the Cock and Crown

Jeff felt strong arms lift him under the arms and back onto the sidewalk away from the street. He struggled in panic as he tried to get away, but the arms wouldn't let him go.

"Jeffrey, no," but this voice was familiar and kind as well as stern.

Jeff paused in his struggle. "Bogg? But he said …"

"It's me, Kid," the voice remained gentle for a moment and then went icy cold even as Jeff felt himself cradled against a shoulder. Maybe he'd actually jumped in front of the wagon and this whole nightmare was over, Jeff thought, but found himself clinging to the neck of the man who had grabbed him. He was too disoriented to put it all together, but it felt safer here.

But then the cold yet still familiar voice continued, "Drake, if you take one step closer to my kid, I'll kill you, code or no. And what's more is I'm pretty sure any jury of Voyagers would be on my side."

Jeff suddenly realized that Bogg was holding Nellie Bly's tiny pearl-handled gun. But Bogg didn't use guns, Jeff thought with confusion.

"Oh, now, Voyager Bogg, even you acknowledge that would be a violation. It's this disregard for the rules …"

"You are the violation, Drake," Bogg answered. "And everyone knows; so you can stop hoping to change the course of Jeffrey's history or mine. It's over."

And Bogg, still cradling Jeff in his arm, threw down the gun. He leapt for Drake, grabbed the man's wrist and pressed the omni. They landed hard in Voyager Headquarters Omitron Control where Dan Lang leapt forward to grab Drake's silver omni, and Jeffrey Jones passed out cold, still clinging to Bogg's neck.

"Oh, my God, Jeffrey," Bogg said as he looked at the boy for the first time in full light instead of the shadows of the London street. The boy's expression was full of terror even in a state of unconsciousness, and he was more covered in blood and abrasions than he'd been at the Native American settlement. And the boy's ankle was bent in a way Bogg had never seen before. Bogg felt sick and held the child tighter.

Jeptha stepped forward. "Phin, let's get him to medical, OK? He does look worse for wear, but we know he's tough. He'll be OK." Jeptha tried to keep his voice optimistic, because he wasn't entirely sure what to make of Jeff's appearance. It was more than the physical injuries. It was a sheer sense of despair that seemed to seep from his core.

As security officers stepped forward to grab a stunned and struggling Drake, Bogg just cradled Jeff in his arms and nodded.

"Phin, I can take him if you want," Jeptha started.

Bogg just stared in disbelief at Jeptha and gripped Jeff still more tightly. "No, you can't. No one is taking this kid again. Not from me."

Drake snorted, even as he was escorted from the room.

"Not if I have to kill them," Bogg said turning his head enough to give a hard glare at Drake. "With my bare hands."

Jeptha nodded. "No, Phin, no one is taking him from you, but still, Jeffrey should get to medical. I'm sure they'll let you stay."

Phineas Bogg gave a dark look. "They will."

A medical team arrived, but Bogg wouldn't surrender the child to the gurney. He carried Jeff himself.

Jeptha looked with concern at Dan as they left the room, and Dan just nodded. This was going to take some time. Trixie, looking on at the whole scene, started to cry, and Dan put his arm around her.

Wendy sat at the control and looked for the details of what exactly Drake had done. She could only guess if more damage had been done to the timeline and hoped it was over, but the best way to be sure was to keep at the job. And she didn't have anything else to do.