Devra Webb, owner of the Paddington Home For Displaced Children was in a predicament. This 44-year-old woman had spent the last five years of her life trying to keep a run down, barely noticed children's orphanage from going extinct! Now Devra was resourceful, when she could be, but being on the poorer side of the spectrum of Victorian England was not winning her any attention or sympathy from the so called "self proclaimed philanthropists" of London. Point is...nobody really cared about this orphanage if they were rich, so her interest in the safety and proper care of children was virtually disregarded by everyone...That is everyone but Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

Jaz was given a tour of the orphanage by Devra.

Almost every room was lacking. The place was full of cracks, spider webs, and even bat guano!..Yes, you heard me- Bat poo! There were bats...and rats..and no sanitary areas appropriate for children or people to be around. Jaz was utterly disgusted, but that was just part of the main issue. The real issue stemmed from a lack of furniture. If anyone were to believe that the children here were completely satisfied, you would have thought they got bonked on the head in all the critical areas!

Jaz stopped following Devra once they were in the "playroom" area for the children and stood by the so called playpen. She noticed that it had completely lost the saturation of its colors.

"And so you see..this room illustrates another problem with the orphanage's resources. We don't have much and-

Devra continued talking as she exited the room.

"Heya, whatcha' thinking, Jazy?" Rojar asked.

"This wood..it's too fragile material to be building a playpen with, let alone have a kid play in it."

"And your solution is what, Missus Woodchuck?.."

"Let's try and actually give Mr. Phantomhive a decent idea about this place..I mean look around.- He probably wouldn't even want to know a room like this exists if he saw something as disgusting and old like this playpen...or everything else."

"But I thought that kid was donating to this joint. So why should we spruce up the place if he's just gonna help them anyway?"

"Rojar, if Mr. Phantomhive comes here and sees these nasty things, he's going to throw up and leave. This not a happy place. So let's make this place actually look like an orphanage and not an apartment about to be demolished."

Jaz and Rojar gathered cleaning supplies and began to sweep the filthy floors, wiped the crust stained windows, threw away old, broken items/toys, and repainted areas that needed more color. By the end of their endeavors, most of the rooms were completely redone.

Jaz convinced the children to help her paint over the playroom with drawings of stars and animals. The windows actually brought in more light now thanks the wiping, so the room looked less gloomy, and all the broken toys/objects had been scrapped so the room still looked empty, but it was at least pleasant. The two eventually found the actual door to the orphanage, and replaced the doorknob to make it able to be opened.

The second to last room Jaz and Rojar were working on was the meal room. At this point, the children had already finished their breakfast and had been in other rooms of the house, and checked out the remodeling.

Devra, during this remodeling, had walked all over the orphanage still talking as if Jaz was behind her. When she finally came back to the meal room, she was amazed. Jaz with Rojar's help, had managed to clean the entire room and even rearrange the tables next to some potted flowers they found outside the building.

They finished painting a large bear with a top hat, hugging a little boy and girl. It was quite a cute, but amateur work of art.

"Oh...Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! This is the most amazing thing I've ever laid eyes on." Devra said as tears started running down her cheeks.

Jaz was looking over each area, making sure each child was doing their job.

Her pal Rojar looks over her shoulder, with a dry expression. "So what's next on this never ending list, Jazy?"

She walks over towards one of the tables and looks over the pink rabbit she had recovered when she first arrived. This dull, pint-sized toy rabbit had been abandoned, covered in dust, and missing an eye. Thanks to Jaz, this artificial hare finally looked fit for playing.

"Ah...that ugly thing. What's the deal?" Rojar asked.

"...It's the only toy." She said.

And she was right. Despite the entire hour she and the children had spent going through each room, clearing messes, the only thing found resembling a toy happened to be this nasty rabbit.

"I did my best, but on the off chance this doesn't work out, I want them to at least have one thing to play with. So I present to you, Harry the Singer." She said.

The rabbit humorously named, Harry the Singer, immediately stood up on his two pudgy legs.

"Whoa...That thing's alive?" Rojar asked.

Jaz poked at Harry's head. "Yes, but artificially. He's an A.I. robot toy, and sings and dance."

Harry the Singer has been refurbished and refreshed! His once dull pink fur had been replaced with a fluffy texture dyed green; his beady black eyes were replaced with mismatched buttons, one small, one large. His long rabbit ears hung high now, and he had a new outfit: a brown button up vest and red bowtie. If this toy was programmed to smile, his face wouldn't be wide enough to hold it.

Jaz tugged at Harry's bow tie, which triggers his singing tune.

Still stunned, Devra attempts to get the children's attention but they are busy at work and too distracted to pay the old bird any mind. Pity. The woman spots Jaz separated from the crowds of children and heads towards her. The girl was blankly watching a green rabbit awkwardly wobble back and forth and screeching some bizarre melody.

"Egads! What is that?" The woman exclaimed.

Jaz swerved around, startled. "...So loud!"

A gloved hand touched Devra's shoulder from behind her. Her eyes are met with a big, blue eye and a pair of dark red eyes. Realizing who the eyes belong to, the woman wipes her face.

She curtsied with and greeted the two gentlemen with a warm smile. "Oh goodness me! I deeply apologize Lord Phantomhive sir! I-I.."

"Please, no need for apologies Ms. Webb. Um, may I ask what is going on?" Ciel asked.

Devra can't help but cry again. Ciel looks at Sebastian, who offers the woman a tissue.

HOORAY!

Every child runs over to Harry the Singer, past Devra, Ciel, and Sebastian.

The red-headed girl presents her dress to Devra.

Her once, smoky multiple patched dress had been transformed dramatically. The dress was now white and green, for it complemented her lovely green eyes and fiery red curls. What made it special was a particular pattern of white doves soaring across the beltline and dark green frills around the skirt and arms.

"Miss Devra, miss Devra look! Azmin and I redid my dress so I have little birdies everywhere, hehe!" She shouted as she twirled the dress around.

"And we made the playroom look really nice! I just wish we had more toys.." The little boy said excitedly.

"Yes, like that one over there!" Another boy yells, pointing at Harry the Singer.

"Excuse me...Azmin? She made this..rabbit?" Ciel asked.

"Y-yes! S-she's new to the Paddington Orphanage..and she's a sweet little one." Devra pointed to Jaz.

The girl's eyes widened. She was now face to face with a person she'd read so much about, but never imagined she'd ever have a chance to meet...considering he should be dead after all. Her face blushed, realizing that all eyes are on her now.

"Um, I think we should go over there, Jazzy. That's the kid, right?" He whispered.

"...Yes…" She whispers.

"Well okay..let's go!"

"...He's...he's so...short."

Rojar shrugs his shoulders. "What do you expect? An athlete body? The kid's build looks like he's never heard of exercise."

The girl swallowed the lump developing in her throat and slowly walked over Ciel is first taken aback by Jaz's appearance. Her surgeon mask's obscured her light, olive face, but those eyes... Fortunately, what offset her uncanny features were small details like her gentle demeanor, thick, long eyelashes and the roundness of her cheeks, legs, and hair.

With her hood up, slightly large trousers, and boots, she was just about everything improper for a lady by 19th century England standards. He gazed into her soft, blue eyes...The girl is practically bug eyed, so it's hard to get away from it.

She grimaced. "...What's he looking at?"

"Hm, interesting." Ciel muttered.

"Wh-what is it Earl Phantomhive?" Devra asked.

"I arrived here to donate my kindness to an orphanage I believed was less than savory as far as their presentation, but what I found is that you've already been serviced with someone else's kindness. A child, young and poor as the rest no less. This is quite interesting." He said.

The boy grinned at Sebastian, prompting the butler to exit the room.

"Ms. Webb. I would like to donate to you and your orphanage in the hopes that it shall remain a productive, and stimulating place for children to grow." He said while he motioned toward the entrance of the orphanage.

Sebastian brought in a great number of boxes of toys through the entrance. All the children cheered once more and ran to him to collect their gifts. They were given some Funtom company toys: plush rabbits and toy model ships.

Sebastian returned to the Earl's side, and hands him a large sack.

"I'd also like to thank you for introducing me to such talented, young workers." He said as he handed the sack of money to Devra.

Ciel looked Jaz up and down then stuck out his hand, lending a charming smile.

"Azmin, is it? Would you like to share your talents with me and the rest of my staff at my manor?"

Devra pat the girl on the back, then chuckled. "Hehehe, of course she'd love to! She's an ambitious little one I tell you, and I'm sure she'll do fine at your-

"Sorry, but I'd like to hear from her if you don't mind." He said.

Jaz extended her hand to Ciel's, but before she could retract it, he kissed it.

Her face cringed. "...Gross!"

Ciel turned to his butler. "Sebastian, ready the carriage for us."

"Yes, my lord."

The Earl noticed Little Joe, and the dog jumped at him.

He smirked. "Hm, is this your dog?"

"Dog….what is a 'dog', I wonder? He must be referring to this creature here?"

Ciel walked out of the orphanage. "Hehe, this truly is interesting."

He waved. "Farewell Ms. Webb, and I hope you and your children enjoy my gifts. Come now Azmin, and bring your pooch."

Jaz began to walk out, but noticed Devra crying again.

Naturally, the woman pulled the girl into a deep hug, which caused her to squirm.

"...Just thank you..for everything you've done, thank you." Devra said.

And there you are, Jaz and Rojar achieved their first goal, but will it get easier to complete the mission?