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Sybil called her baby boy Kian Branson and had another boy a few years later called Liam Branson. Mary and Matthew had a girl and two other boys, Ellen and Charlie and Ben. Tom and Sybil remained at Downton, because the children loved it so much.

1943

May sat with her parents in the drawing room at Downton. They were holding each other close. It had been a week since Kian had been killed in action, but it still felt like they had just been hit with the news. It didn't help that, Liam was also out their still fighting, along with George and Charlie Crawley. May just wanted the war to stop, her brother was dead, her best friend, her worst enemy, over all the sweetest soul she had ever met, was gone, but the worst thing was, is that it all felt like a dream to her, that Kian would come walking through the door any moment now, full of smiles, blue eyes glinting with hope.

All May could think about was would her other brothers, or fiancée, Charles Bryant to be safe. She looked at her parents. They had seemed to age in the past week, they're faces grim and without hope. Suddenly, Mary came rushing in a telegram in her hand, tears running down her face.

"Its Liam!" she gasped between tears, "he has been killed!"

May felt all the hope drain away from her. Tom looked at Sybil and fell into her arms, he felt his heart ripping apart….

Tom woke from the dream with a start! The first thought was relief, his children were not dead, but then he realised, I only have May, my little girl. He turned over in his bed and looked at the photograph of Sybil on the bedside cabernet, his beautiful young wife. The only woman he would ever love, but she could never come back.

Suddenly, he started to shake, because the tears were falling down his face, fast. The dream was so good. Sybil was alive and they were living a happy life with their daughter, just like it should have been, before death snatched her away from him. He so wanted the dream to be real.

He wanted his wife alive to share their daughters moments together. He wanted her alive and lying next to him, just like in the dream. He wanted Matthew to be alive, so he could just be with Mary and George. Flashes of the dream entered his mind, making him happy fro a few seconds and then realising that it was never going to happen, that non of it would actually come true, that it was all a figment of his imagination.

As, he walked down the grand staircase, Tom felt his legs wobble. He felt his whole world crashing down, to realise that all he ever wanted, was gone.