It was a long, brutall week for everyone. But finally Sunday came, and everyone was preparing.

"Today's the big day!" Rose's kiddnapper didn't bother to hid his accent, had had a fine suit with a fresh rose in the button hole, but his face remained scruffy. But he had clearly taken a bath. Rose just watched him with a fiery glare. She couldn't wait to see her Father beat his arse.

"Oh, down frown so my love. Your going home today wither it be on fleet street or with the angels!" The man laughed. Rose kept her glare locked on him. He sighed.

"You really don't think very highly of me, do you my love?" The man bent over.

"No." She said coldly with a taunting smile.

"Pity. And you don't even know my name. Well, I'm sure with the help of this," he pulled out a gleaming razor blade and held it under her chin. "you should be able to recognize me love." He took his shaving cream and coated his face with it. He took a hand held mirror and began to shave him self. After a few strokes Rose began to realize who her capture was.

On fleet street, everyone was desperately trying to calm there nerves. Daniel offered to drive everyone to the graveyard, and they accepted. Though they were not a religious family, they were all praying that morning.

"The coach is ready. Mr. Todd." Daniel said softly.

"It's time." Nellie said trying to calm her voice. Sweeney held her shoulders, that was his way of comforting people. He wasn't used to it yet. "You sure you don't want those undercover bobby's?"

"No." Wither he meant "no I'm not sure" or "no" no one knew.

"Let's go." Toby said quietly. They walked in a straight line, Daniel in the lead, then Toby, Nellie, Johanna, Sweeney. All praying as they went.

Daniel sat up front with the driver, and Sweeney and Nellie sat on one seat, and Toby and Johanna sat opposite them. Sweeney could tell the woman was tired. Her eyelids seemed heavy, she had darker circles under her eyes. Nellie hadn't slept a wink, and no one else did either. Then, the carriage stopped with a light jerk.

"Young man, would you plases get out of the street?" Daniel said.

"Not unless you let me come with you." The voice sounded extremely familiar to Johanna.

"Young man, we have no time for this. It's a very urgent matter-" Daniel started.

"Anthony?" Johanna said skeptically. Anthony was lying down, blocking the road.

"You know this lad?" Daniel asked.

"I wish I didn't." Johanna said bitterly.

"Johanna, I know you must hate me, I know you must all hate me-except you, we don't know each other very well-"Anthony said to Daniel. "but this is for Rose, your sister and someone we all care for very deeply. So please, let me come."

After a few seconds, Sweeney said "Fine, but you ride with the driver."

"Of course." Anthony hopped up beside the driver without a word.

"Why did you do 'at?" Johanna asked angrily.

"Because I'm too worried about my child, your sister, to protest with anyone. And I have learned that there really is strength in numbers. So today you must put aside your little quarrel. For Rose." Sweeney said. Johanna leaned back in her seat, and everyone was silent. And everyone was still praying.

I don't know if I'm happy with this chapter or not. Thanks to xJill Lovett, EmberBonham-Carter, and JDLuvaSQEE for reviewing. Writer103010, and dreaming-poetess for adding to alerts!

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