Okay, this one was a bit complicated to write, but I hope I did good. There's going to be a couple of scenes without Ember in it, but it involves her so it needed to be done.

Chapter Twenty Three: Human Nature

Farringham School for Boys. Where the soldiers of tomorrow were given not only an education, but training to be in combat should the need arise.

In the school, unknown to everyone bar one, the Doctor was hiding, having changed himself into a human to remain hidden until pursuing aliens died off. Martha was the only one who knew the truth, and was posing as a maid to keep watch over him until the time was right.

A neat woman - Nurse Redfern - in a starched nurses uniform nearly bumped into the Doctor, who at that moment was under the alias of John Smith, carrying a large pile of books. "Oh, good morning, Mister Smith."

In avoiding the almost-collision, John dropped a book, but was able to keep the majority of them in his arms. "There we go!"

"Let me help you," Redfern offered.

"No, no, I've got it, no. Uh, how best to retrieve? Tell you what. If you could take these..." he carefully handed Redfern the books he was carrying before he quickly picked up the fallen ones. "No harm done. So, uh, how was Jenkins?"

Redfern glanced back at where a boy had been leaving. "Oh just a cold. Nothing serious. I think he's missing his mother more than anything."

"Oh, we can't have that."

"He received a letter this morning, so he's a lot more chipper. I appear to be holding your books."

"Yes, so you are." John blinked. "Sorry, sorry. Just let me..."

"No, why don't I take half?"

"Ah, brilliant idea. Brilliant." He took the top half of the pile from her. "Perfect division of labour."

"We make quite a team."

"Don't we just."

Redfern smiled. "So, these books. Were they being taken in any particular direction?"

"Uh, yes! Yes. This way." John led them into a smaller corridor. "I always say, Matron, give the boys a good head of steam, they'll soon wear themselves out."

"Truth be told, when it's just you and me, I'd much rather you call me Nurse Redfern. Matron sounds rather well... matronly."

"Ah. Nurse Redfern it is then."

"Though we've known each other all of two months, you could even say Joan."

John blinked again. "Joan?"

"That's my name."

"Well, obviously."

"And it's John, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, it is, yes."

Redfern smiled again. The man before her was almost blissfully oblivious to her subtle flirting. It was cute. She spotted a notice board at the top of some stairs, or rather the poster that was pinned to it, and tried a different approach."Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow. It's nothing formal, but rather fun by all accounts. Do you think you'll go?"

"I hadn't thought about it." John replied honestly.

"It's been ages since I've been to a dance, only no one's asked me."

This time he caught on, evidenced by the light dusting of red across his cheeks as he nervously backed away. "Well, I should imagine that you'd be, er, I mean, I never thought you'd be one for... I mean, there's no reason why you shouldn't... If you do, you may not... I, I probably won't, but even if I did then I couldn't... I mean I wouldn't want to-"

"The stairs." Redfern said.

"What about the stairs?"

"They're right behind you."

Before he could fathom that, he took one more step back and only met air. With a yelp, he fell back, tumbling down in a flurry of books and papers.

A short time later, Martha - in the guise of a house maid - came running to John's private study, bursting through the door without knocking. She found John sat on a chair while Nurse Redfern was checking the back of his head for injury from his fall.

"Is he all right?" Martha asked, panting.

Redfern immediately frowned. "Excuse me, Martha. It's hardly good form to enter a master's study without knocking."

"Sorry. Right. Yeah." Martha made a show of going back to the door to knock on it before she approached again. "But is he all right? They said you fell down the stairs, Sir."

"No, it was just a tumble, that's all." John said.

"Have you checked for concussion?"

Redfern was trying not to glare at the woman who, in her mind, was being very rude. "I have. And I daresay I know a lot more about it than you."

Martha bit her lip to stop a witty retort before she straightened. "Sorry. I'll just tidy your things."

John either didn't notice the obvious animosity between the two women, or he didn't want to get in the middle of it. "I was just telling Nurse Redfern-Matron, about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales. I keep imagining that I'm someone else, and that I'm hiding."

"Hiding?" Redfern asked. "In what way?"

"They're almost every night. This is going to sound silly..."

"Tell me."

"I dream, quite often, that I have two hearts."

"Well, then. I can be the judge of that. Let's find out." Redfern picked up her stethoscope to listen to John's chest. Martha paused, waiting with baited breath until Redfern pulled away. "I can confirm the diagnosis. Just one heart, singular."

John nodded and stood up, moving to his desk to pick up a worn, leather bound book. "I have, uh, I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction... Not that it would be of any interest."

"I'd be very interested." Redfern said, smiling at him.

"Well, I've never actually shown it to anyone before..."

Redfern took the book and opened it, finding a title at the front and then pages of inky sketches and pictures. "A Journal of Impossible Things. Just look at these creatures." She passed over a sketch of a Dalek. "Such imagination."

"It's become quite a hobby." John shrugged as more sketches were shown: The Moxx of Balhoon, Autons labelled as plastic men, one of the Pompadour clockwork robots...

"It's wonderful." Redfern paused at a sketch of a blonde girl: Rose Tyler. "And quite an eye for the pretty girls."

John looked slightly flustered. "Oh no, no, she's just an invention. This character, Rose. I call her Rose. Seems to disappear later on."

Redfern turned the page and found another sketch of a woman, this one with darker hair and an odd feature. It looked like flames were dancing around her, but she showed no fear. "And this one? That's an awful scar... what could have caused that?"

"Um, that one... is Ember. She kind of... pops up and disappears at random times. That scar... well, she was trying to protect someone. This fire... she can control it, command it and other forces of nature. The wind and water and earth. Sometimes I can't tell what she was supposed to mean to me. Were we friends, or something... else..."

Martha glanced up, seeing the lost look that briefly crossed the man's face.

If Redfern saw it, she didn't comment, turning a few more pages until she found one depicting a blue box labelled 'magic box'.

"Ah, that's the box." John said, happy to change the subject. "The blue box. It's always there. Like a, like a magic carpet. This funny little box that transports me to far away places."

"Like a doorway?"

"Mmm. I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true."

"If only..."

"It's just a dream."

Redfern turned another page, finding a sketch of an ornate pocket watch. Unbeknownst to her, that very same watch was resting on the mantelpiece...

Redfern was just leaving the room a few minutes later when Martha caught up with her. "Ma'am? That book..."

"Oh, I'll look after it." The nurse said. "Don't worry. He did say I could read it."

"But it's silly, that's all. Just stories."

Redfern looked at her for a long moment. "Who is he, Martha?"

"I'm sorry?"

"It's like he's left the kettle on. Like he knows he has something to get back to, but he can't remember what. Or who..."

Martha shook her head. "That's just him."

"You arrived with him, didn't you? He found you employment here at the school, isn't that right?"

"I used to work for the family. He just sort of inherited me."

"Well, I'd be careful. If you don't mind my saying, you sometimes seem a little familiar with him." Redfern fixed her with firm look. "Best remember your position."

"...Yes, ma'am."

Not for the first time, Ember was thankful that whatever made her jump along the timelines allowed her to have a shower and a change of clothes before whisking her away. Now she was dressed in black jeans, red converse, a dark blue top and her denim jacket, and she'd just put her hair up in a short ponytail before she jumped.

When she could see her surroundings, concern filled her when she saw that she was in the Tardis, during Nine or Ten's era, but it seemed to have been powered down: Most of the lights were off and it was too quiet.

Just then, the door leading outside opened and in came Martha. What puzzled the brunette was that she was dressed like a maid, though most of it was covered by a long coat.

"Hello." The Doctor-in-training said, looking up at the ceiling, and then she huffed. "I'm talking to a machine..."

"A machine that can hear and understand you," Ember said, smiling when the woman jumped. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Hi, Martha."

Martha smiled as she crossed the room and hugged the brunette. "Oh, am I glad to see you."

"Likewise. So what's going on?"

"These aliens were chasing us, and they can smell Time Lords, so the Doctor made himself human to hide."

Ember blinked, recalling the episode now. "Ah. And judging by your expression, you've seen something and now you're worried."

Martha nodded. "Yea, there was this shooting star and a green light. What was it?"

"If I'm right, it's trouble. Didn't the Doctor leave a message?"

"Uh, yeah, I was going to look." Martha moved to where the monitor was, pressing a few buttons. "Here it is."

The screen turned on, showing the console room before the Doctor himself appeared on the screen.

"This working?" He said, tapping something before he focused on the screen itself. "Martha, before I change, here's a list of instructions for when I'm human. One, don't let me hurt anyone. We can't have that, but you know what humans are like. Two, don't worry about the Tardis. I'll put it on emergency power so they can't detect it. Just let it hide away. Four-No, wait a minute, three. No getting involved in big historical events. Four, you. Don't let me abandon you. And fi-"

Martha cut it off by fast forwarding it impatiently. "But there was a meteor, a shooting star. What am I supposed to do then?"

She let the message play on, and Ember was surprised when it resumed earlier than it had in the show. "Twenty two: Ember. If you're listening, that means you've popped up while I'm human. I'm sorry, but you'll have to hide from me. If I see you, it might trigger something in my subconscious. They won't be able to track you because they haven't met you, and your... other biology will hide the fact that you're a Time Lord. Even if they find out about you, they can't use you; you'd burn them out and they know it. Only show yourself to me when it's time to bring me back, or if they come. That brings me to twenty three. If anything goes wrong, if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do. Open the watch. Everything I am is kept safe in there. Now, I've put a perception filter on it so the human me won't think anything of it. To him, it's just a watch. But don't open it unless you have to. Because once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me. It's all down to you, Martha. Your choice. Oh, and thank you."

The screen went black, and Martha sighed. "I wish you'd come back."

"It's ok. It shouldn't be much longer now." Ember said, patting her shoulder. "You keep an eye on him at the school. I'll scope out the village and see what I can find about that meteor."

Nodding, Martha left, allowing Ember to plan.

She was angry. They dared to wake her again?

But the person she saw was not who she expected. Instead of the pompous officials who were so stuck up their own backsides it was a miracle that they could speak, it was a boy. A child who looked around fifteen years, but she could tell that he was much older than that. He had dark blonde hair that was cut short and wearing a black top and trousers, and he had light blue eyes.

It was his expression that made her soften. The boy looked terrified. But it didn't surprise her really, since their surroundings weren't that nice.

There were several people surrounding the boy, tall and imposing. She couldn't see their faces, but she didn't have to.

"Leave him alone!" She said, her voice almost booming. Almost immediately, the tall forms turned and walked away without a word. The boy shook, confused, and then he looked at her.

"Who are you?" He asked, the slight tremor in his voice giving away his fear.

She tilted her head. "You don't know me?"

The boy shook his head. "No. How did you get down here?"

"I'm always down here," she slowly approached, moving to kneel in front of the boy. "Tell me, child. Why are you here?"

The boy looked away. "I ran."

"... is that fun?"

Ember sat up from where she'd dozed off in the captain's chair. She'd closed her eyes only an hour ago to rest after trying to think and plan, but it seemed that her subconscious had other ideas.

The dream she'd just had echoed in her mind. Who were those people? And that boy? Their identities were right there on the edge of her thoughts, but she couldn't grasp them long enough to remember.

With a soft grumble, she forced herself to get up and get ready. The meaning of her dream could wait.

A few hours later, after gathering some things and finding a long coat with a hood so she could walk around without being seen or questioned for her modern-day clothing, Ember left the Tardis, heading into the little village that the Doctor had hidden himself in. Thanks to her hood, she avoided getting stopped by a lot of people, though many of them did stare if they caught sight of the scar on her face.

She was just passing the main square when she spotted the Doctor - or John Smith, as he was currently - walking with who she recognised as Nurse Redfern from the school. Keeping out of sight, she managed to get close enough to be able to hear their conversation.

"His name was Oliver." Redfern was saying. "He died in the battle of Spion Cop. We were childhood sweethearts. But you see, I was angry with the army for such a long time."

"You still are." John pointed out. It wasn't a question.

"I find myself as part of that school watching boys learn how to kill."

"Don't you think discipline is good for them?"

"Does it have to be such military discipline? I mean, if there's another war those boys won't find it so amusing."

"Well, Great Britain is at peace, long may it reign."

Redfern smiled, but only slightly. "In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year. Nineteen fourteen."

John shook his head. "That was just a dream."

"All those images of mud and wire. You told of a shadow. A shadow falling across the entire world."

"Well then, we can be thankful it's not true. And I'll admit mankind doesn't need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honour and valour, and let's hope that from now on this, this country can find its heroes in smaller places..."

Ember saw that he was getting distracted by the workmen who were using a rope to lift a piano to a higher floor window. A woman with a pushchair came around the corner.

"In the most..." John murmured, eyeing a young boy standing next to him, or rather the cricket ball that he was tossing up and down into his hand. The rope holding the piano frayed, making it drop a bit. "Ordinary of... of deeds..."

Seemingly without thinking, he reached out and snatched the ball before the boy could catch it, throwing it at some scaffolding that was outside an Ironmongers. The ball hit one of the poles, making it fall and hit a plank, which then sent a brick flying through the air to knock down a milk churn, which in turn landed in front of the woman and her pushchair. It made her stop, just before the rope finally gave up and the piano dropped to the ground mere feet in front. The resulting crash of the piano made it fall apart as the baby in the pushchair began crying.

One of the workmen quickly ran over to the mother and infant. "Are you all right? How's the little one?"

"Lucky." John breathed, looking surprised by his own action.

Redfern looked at him in disbelief. "That was luck?"

John turned to face her, but whatever question he had been about to ask died on his lips as he caught sight of Ember, who was watching it all from behind a cart carrying hay.

The brunette went wide eyed when she realised her mistake and quickly ran, using the cart and the chaos from the near-tragic accident to get away before she could be pursued.

"John?" Redfern hadn't seen her, more concerned about John, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. "Are you alright?"

"Um, yes, I... thought I saw something," John shook his head before looking at the nurse. "Nurse Redfern, might I invite you to the village dance this evening... as my guest?"

Redfern smiled. "You extraordinary man."

Ember cursed herself as she ran, making her way back to the Tardis. That was stupid of her, to just hang about like that! Of course she was going to be seen. She should have known better!

"That's it," She said as she reached the barn that hid the Tardis. "I'm staying in the box."

Back at the school, John and Nurse Redfern were in his study, the former sketching while the latter sat still.

"Can I see?" She asked when it looked like he was done. John moved to sit next to her on the chesterfield and show her the sketch. "Oh, goodness Do I look like that? Are you sure that's not me?" She turned back a page to show a Slitheen.

John shook his head, turning the page back. "Most definitely this page. Do you like it?"

"You've made me far too beautiful."

"Well, that's how I see you."

"Widows aren't supposed to be beautiful. I think the world would rather we stopped. Is that fair? That we stop?"

"That's not fair at all." John stroked her hair gently before leaning in. Just before they kissed, he saw something flash in his mind's eye: the silver-eyed brunette he'd seen in the village. He pulled back at the sudden shame he felt in his stomach, almost like he was about to cheat on who, until now, he'd thought was a woman from his own imagination. He couldn't be sure now, not after that brief glimpse of her in the village. A normal brunette with grey/blue eyes wouldn't have been too improbable to encounter, but those silver eyes and that scar...

Redfern saw him hesitate. "What's wrong?"

"I... I never..." he trailed off, unsure of why he was feeling this way.

The nurse moved slightly closer, about to try to kiss him herself, when the door burst open. Martha stopped in her tracks as she saw the two and how close they were.

"Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?" John said, frustrated not only with his servant's sudden lack of manners but his own conflicting emotions.

Martha didn't bother to answer or apologise, and simply ran out of the room again.

After going back to the Tardis, Martha was looking at the recorded instructions again.

"Four. You." The Doctor said on the screen. "Don't let me abandon you."

"That's no good. What about the stuff you didn't tell me?" Martha grumbled as she fast forward the video again. "What about women? Oh no, you didn't think of that. What in hell am I supposed to do then?"

"Thank you."

"Martha?" The Doctor-in-training looked up, to find Ember entering the console room. "Are you alright?"

Martha shook her head, unsure of what to tell her about what she'd seen in the study. "Um... They're here, aren't they? They've found us."

Ember sighed. "I had a feeling they would. Ok, let's-argh!"

Her head chose that moment to throb, making her reach out to grab the console to keep herself from falling. She heard Martha call out to her before her vision went white...

Latimer, who had taken the watch, was running after seeing Baines, Mister Clarke and a little girl acting strangely.

But he missed the scarecrows, who cut him off at the pass. He was caught, then killed, and the watch was left in the mud, it's true purpose forgotten...

Then the scene changed. This time, Latimer was running away from the school, after having driven away the girl that was not a girl, but an alien.

But then he was caught by scarecrows again, and this time Baines approached, killing the boy and taking the watch...

Ember gasped, flailing slightly as she felt arms holding her up, only to relax when she realised that it was Martha. "Ember! What happened? What did you see?"

"Trouble," the brunette said, shaking her head to clear it. That was the first time she'd had two visions in one go, but they both had the same warning; Latimer was in danger. "Go back to the school. Keep your eyes open. Here's a hint; you don't put gravy or mutton in a teapot."

Martha looked confused by the odd hint, but she knew better than to argue. She quickly left, leaving Ember to grab her hooded coat from the back of the captain's chair before she left as well.

'This is going too fast', she thought to herself. 'It's not supposed to be this soon!'

The brunette was quick to get to the school grounds, keeping out of sight. She found who she was looking for soon after: Latimer was sitting on a bench by a tree, holding the watch and staring at it intently. As Ember reached the other side of the tree, she could hear whispering voices coming from the watch.

"Darkness is coming." A woman's voice whispered. "Do not fear the Storms of Fire..."

The Doctor's was next. "Keep me away from the false and empty man. The Fire will protect you."

"The last of the Time Lords." Another man's voice. "The last of that wise and ancient race."

Then the woman again. "Merge with the faces of men."

Ember watched as Latimer suddenly looked up and across the space, to see Baines walk up to Mister Clark, then a red balloon bobbing along behind a wall before a little girl joined them. All together they tilted their heads to the right and sniffed deeply.

Latimer got up from the bench and turned, sneaking away, and Ember followed silently. Just as she saw in her vision, several scarecrows appeared to block the boy's path.

"Hi, boys," She said loudly, making Latimer turn to look at her in surprise as the scarecrows stopped. "Sorry, but I got news for you: you're on fire."

With a sweep of her hand, the scarecrows burst into flames, not even making a sound. In seconds, there was nothing left of them but ash. Latimer blinked before he looked at her again, the voices from the watch keeping him from speaking or running.

"It's her!" The woman's voice called.

"The Great Fire!" The man's joined in.

The Doctor's followed. "Trust her. She'll protect you..."

The voices trailed off, giving Latimer the chance to speak. "Who are you?"

"You can call me Ember. And they're right; I will protect you."

"You can hear them?"

Nodding, Ember stepped forward, holding out her hand. After a moment's hesitation, the boy handed her the watch. The metal was warm in her palm, and it was hard to tell if it was because the boy had been holding it or if the presence inside was greeting her.

"Ember..." the Doctor's voice whispered, clearer now that she was holding the watch.

The brunette closed her eyes and brought to watch to her chest, sending all the warmth and comfort she could to the presence inside before she opened her eyes and held the watch out to Latimer.

"Don't you want to keep it?" He asked, puzzled.

"It's safer with you for now." Ember replied, letting him take it back. "And you're going to need it. Just keep it safe, okay? Now, we need to get ahead of them, and the only way to do that is to get to John Smith before they do."

Latimer tilted his head. "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Technically, you don't know how. But you did give me the watch. I know about your abilities, so I know that you know you can trust me."

Another moment, and then Latimer nodded. "There's a dance tonight. I'm sure he'll be there with the Matron."

Ember nodded. "Then we need a plan."

By the time the two had reached the hall near the centre of the village, night had fallen. They'd been discussing a plan of what to do, and Ember had just sent Latimer in ahead of her when she saw Martha come running.

A man at the door, who hadn't seen Latimer sneak in, frowned when he saw the two women approach. "Oh, staff entrance, I think, ladies."

"Actually, here," Ember whipped out her psychic paper and a handful of coins to put in the pot he was holding. "Inspector. And you can go now. Good job, soldier."

Martha waited until they were safely inside before she spoke her mind. "And why did you do that?"

"If he stays out there, he'll be killed." Ember replied. "But enough about that. You have the Sonic, yes?"

"Yea, thought it might jog his memory." Martha nodded. "So what's the plan?"

"I'll keep a lookout while you go for John."

Nodding, the women split up. Ember kept an eye on the windows, but remained close so that she could hear the conversation as Martha went to the table where Nurse Redfern was sitting.

"Please, don't." She said as soon as she saw Martha. "Not again."

"He's different from any other man you've ever met, right?" Martha asked.

"...Yes."

"And sometimes he says these strange things, like people and places you've never heard of, yeah? But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look in his eyes you know, you just know that there's something else in there. Something hidden. Right behind the eyes, something hidden away... in the dark."

Redfern looked away. "I don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do. I don't mean to be rude, but the awful thing is it doesn't even matter what you think. But you're nice. And you're lucky. And I just wanted to say sorry for what I'm about to do, but I care about my best friend more than I do about you."

Ember blinked, wondering who she was talking about, but it was at that moment that John returned to the table, having fetched a drink for himself and Redfern. He frowned when he saw his former maid. "Oh, now really, Martha. This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave."

Martha stood up and pulled the Sonic from her pocket, holding it out the John. "Do you know what this is? Name it. Go on, name it."

"John, what is that silly thing?" Redfern asked, but then saw his face. "John?"

John took the Sonic and looked at it. He didn't seem to know what it was, but there was a spark of recognition in his eye that Martha caught. "You're not John Smith. You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real. He's you."

Ember caught sight of the little girl who was now an alien, but before she could do anything, Martha spotted her standing at the window behind John and changed tactics.

"Look, do you know who that is?" She said, turning John around to face the surprised brunette. "You know her, don't you?"

John felt whatever words he had in his mouth vanish at the sight of the scarred brunette he'd seen in his dreams, right there in the flesh, right down to those silver eyes that seemed to stare into his soul. Then, one word finally came out as a shocked whisper. "Ember..."

Ember smiled shyly as she lowered her hood, but before she could say anything, Mister Clark strode purposely into the hall, followed by Baines and Jenny, knocking over a hat stand. Several scarecrows lumbered in as well.

"You will be silent!" The man yelled as several scarecrows entered the hall as well. "All of you! I said, silence!"

"Mister Clarke, what's going on?" A man asked, only for Clark to point a gun at him and vaporise him on the spot. Everyone began to panic.

Martha snatched the Sonic from John's hand and hid it in her coat. "Mister Smith? Everything I told you, just forget it! Don't say anything."

"We asked for silence!" Baines yelled, quieting the chaos. "Now then, we have a few questions for Mister Smith."

The little girl stepped out from behind him. "No, better than that. The teacher. He's the Doctor. I heard them talking."

"You took human form." Baines said.

John shook his head. "Of course I'm human. I was born human, as were you, Baines! And Jenny, and you, Mister Clark! What is going on? This is madness."

Baines had a creepy smile on his face. "Ooo, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull."

"But he's no good like this." Jenny frowned.

"We need a Time Lord." Clark agreed.

"Easily done." Baines stepped forward and raised his gun, pointing it at John. The onlookers gasped and murmured in fright. "Change back."

John shook his head again. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Change back!"

"I literally do not know-"

Martha suddenly cried out as Jenny grabbed her from behind and put her gun to her head. "Get off me!"

"She's your friend, isn't she?" Jenny said. "Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"

"I don't know what you mean!"

"Wait a minute. The maid told me about Smith and the Matron. That woman, there."

"Then let's have you!" Clark stepped up and grabbed Redfern, putting his gun to her head.

Baines' smile got even more creepy, if that were possible. "Have you enjoyed it, Doctor, being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or matron? Your friend or your lover? Your choice."

Ember narrowed her eyes.

Okay, that's part one. Part two should be up by Thursday, latest.

Quick question: I was going to leave out the bit where the Doctor punishes the Family, but would you rather I put it in? There won't be much difference except for Ember being there, but I don't mind writing it out if you want me to.

Next Time: Ember and John make an important decision, but would the consequences be worth it? Stay tuned!