Sorry for the delays in getting back to my work, school comes first. I'm finding that rewatching some of my favorite MFMM episodes remind me that loveislove and that the horrors of Orlando can never win.

This chapter I finally bring you Miss Fisher, she's been absent until now but we are going to start picking up her thread now. I also tried to add a touching moment and dedicate this to those whose lives have been tragically cut short, those who were enjoying love and friendship.

The previous night…

Jack left the station and walked to his flat with great purpose. Once arriving at home, he dug out his suitcase from the closet, causing a tennis racket and football to come crashing down on him. He made quick work of collecting some trousers, shirts, and other personal effects and throwing them into the case. He grabbed his hat, took another quick look around the flat and walked out.

He looked down at his watch realizing he only had about 30 minutes to catch the midnight train. No time to stop and place a call. I'll have to call in tomorrow morning.

One week ago, in Perth, Phryne and her father had touched down at the airfield having completed the first leg of their journey. The plane idled its way down the end of the runway, as it came to a stop the Baron had already begun to climb out.

"Father don't you know that you're supposed to stay put until the plane has come to a full and complete stop? Honestly!"

"Get me out of this bloody tin can! How many more days of this wretched contraption do I have to suffer through? Perhaps you could put me on a boat back to England from here?" He mused hopefully.

"As I've already explained, you can't be trusted to get back to England without proper supervision. Had you gotten on the first boat, you wouldn't be flying home. Let that be a lesson." She said removing her goggles and securing the plane. The baron rolled his eyes and began to walk up the air strip, hoping to find a stiff drink to calm his nerves. Phryne remained with her plane giving it a once over. She handled the first leg marvelously Phryne said to her self giving the wing a slight caress. She spotted her father making haste, and assumed she best follow lest he disappear again. Honestly I should put him on a leash the way he wanders off.

As she followed after him she paused to look up, breathing in the fresh air and warm sun on her face. She had been to Perth once before and found it to be a charming city. Jack would like it here. The air smells different here a touch of salt in the breeze. She unconsciously reached up and spun around the tiny sparrow pinned to her flight scarf. She found herself missing him more than she thought she would, after all she was a woman of adventure and living life both in the moment and to the fullest. She had never let anyone hold her back Janey…on second thought. She removed her flight cap and shook out her hair, shaking a way the silly feeling nagging her in the gut.

Back on the train, Jack struggled to sleep finding himself restless. He looked out the compartment window, darkness. It was a moonless night and the stars shown bright in the sky. As he looked across the dark horizon his thoughts drifted to The Dark Lady. The beautiful thing about stars is that no matter where we are we can look upon the heavens and know we are staring up together, he had told her. I wonder if she's looking up now. Almost immediately after that thought his heart warmed, almost as if to say yes I'm here with you Jack. He closed his eyes and allowed that warm feeling to flood over him as he drifted off for some brief sleep. It would be a long journey to Perth, and he needed to rest he wasn't sure what he would find when he arrived.

Out side the airfield where Phryne had been staying for the past week, she had finally sat down to rest. Her eyes tired and heavy, her muscles ached. She took a sip of tea, soaking up the smell of chamomile hoping it might lighten her nerves. It was going to be dawn soon and she would need to be ready to suit up again. For now she looked up into the sky. It was so dark that the stars twinkled and danced in the sky. "A star danced and under that I was born" Phyrne mused thinking of the quote. Jack loved Shakespeare and quoted it to her often. This quote she enjoyed for many reasons, in part for the moment that Jack uttered this one to her.

After foiling the murderous Murdock Foyle, she was left feeling empty. She had hoped that finding Janey and putting Foyle away (or in this case gone) for good would have filled the massive hole in heart, but it hadn't. She had a house full of guests here to celebrate her birthday and all she wanted to do was cry in her room. Unlike her yes, but a lifetime of emotion was boiling over. "It was supposed to be me Jack." She had said. If her father hadn't messed up the birth certificates it would have been, it should have been…To which Jack quickly replied, "Never think that Phryne. It was a terrible, tragedy and no one should have died. Don't despise your birthday because of what Foyle turned it into in his sadistic mind. For 'a star danced and under that you were born' and for that we are incredibly lucky to have you in our lives, my life." He brushed a lock her hair aside and lightly lifted up her chin staring at her intently. She looked back at him with the same tenderness, under happier circumstances this moment would have led to a moment of passion.

She looked back to the stars and wondered where Jack was at that moment. Wondering, hoping that he too was looking skyward. She finished her tea, blew a kiss and went back inside exhaustion driving her to a brief slumber.