The day was cold.
Ice lingered at her fingertips freezing them blue, but the girl couldn't spare a moment of worry.
The grounds were covered in a thick coat of snow; white droplets falling just like the clear tears fell from her eyes. Staining rosy cheeks.
Dull, blue eyes stared, lifelessly.
Held in a single, delicate hand was a black umbrella. It matched the rest of her attire; black uniform, black tights and black shoes.
Black, black, black...
Mourning clothes.
In a single file, with rigid steps and draught expressions, each of the Hargreeves children entered the courtyard to stand around a single, white coffin.
Whilst beautiful in its design – simplicity made intricate; with delicate furnishings and subtle gold trim – she believed that it was the most ghastly of things her eyes had ever laid upon. She couldn't believe, refused to believe, that the boy she loved lay in that very same coffin, all alone.
Was his body as cold as hers right now? She was sure her heart lay as still as his; her ears unable to hear the rhythmic beating that should signal to the world she was still alive.
After all, hadn't she died along with him?
Was it really only a month ago, that the two of them had escaped the oppressive prison of their home to share a night of intimacy and love between them? To have connected on such a deeper level that she now felt – truly believed – that their souls had connected and she, too, lay dead with him in that cold, stone coffin.
From one prison to another. She could barely think of such a horrid punishment for somebody so bright. Somebody that deserved everything; deserved life.
In her darkest moments, she wished to walk over and open the lid. To let her umbrella drop to the snow-white ground and climb into the coffin; to lay herself to rest, where she felt she should be.
Because at this moment in time, Thea Hargreeves felt not alive; but dead.
Dead like the number lost in their group; the forever skip between Klaus and Vanya – zero, one, two, three, four...seven.
Two children down, six to go. How long till they, too, disappeared?
Thea felt like she was already bleeding away; her form melting into the frozen ice beneath her until she became nothing but a wisp upon the wind; so pale and frozen that she could just crumble into shaves of ice.
Dead like the boy she loved. The boy that held her heart and so, now, had taken it to the grave with him. Taken it beyond her reach; beyond their world. Gone.
She had no words. No speech of grief or loss. Their Father's words blew away in the wind before she could hear anything of them; she let them. The last thing she wanted right now was the words or prayers of somebody who did not care.
For the murderer to say words of bereavement was of the biggest blow. The worst kind of pain. A eulogy of mockery.
That was what she truly felt. Though he may not have pulled a trigger or wielded a knife; he had used no such weapon but his words and his authority. To force them, again and again, to fight for him despite their pleas to stop.
To fight for him; like monkeys dancing to the cheer of the crowd, a circus attraction forever stuck in this prison of an Academy.
"...not to hesitate to sacrifice themselves for another."
An uncontrollable shudder ran down her spine as his words managed to penetrate her purposely crafted walls; the significance behind them too painful – too horrifying to consider. She refused to ruminate on them any further. She refused to give in to his searching gaze and refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing his words cut deeply; hurt her at the core.
No.
Thea didn't want to hear anything Reginald Hargreeves had to say.
She let herself remain stuck inside of her own mind; which tortured her – or perhaps, felt pity and tried comforting her by replaying the images of a not-so-distant past, where two children, boy and girl, were safe in each other's arms and so madly in love.
On the cusp of adulthood; eyes bright with thoughts of the future, of escaping their prison, like characters in a fairy-tale and adventuring; exploring what the world had to offer.
No.
She would rather be stuck in the prison of her own mind than that of the building behind her. The one she was expected to call home. No, the only prison she felt suited was of her own dreams.
She barely even noticed when his steady footsteps retreated. Footsteps of a clear mind; not of somebody bereft with grief.
"It wasn't anybody's fault," Vanya was the only one to find the courage to speak, and whilst Thea wasn't paying her any attention, the brunette's gaze was solely on her.
"How would you know, Vanya? You weren't even on the mission," Diego spat bitterly, though the crack in his voice was heard by all.
Nobody stood up in her defence – the sole light in her life, the one hero she knew would always stand her corner, too, stood silently. Emotionlessly. Thea didn't speak a word; though her eyes were far-away and nobody standing in the frigid snow believed their sister was even aware of what was occurring around her.
Dead blue eyes continued to stare blankly at the small photo in the centre of the coffin.
And so Vanya ran back into the house, escaping her own guilt to leave the rest of them standing, morose and cold; both inside and out.
"Nice going, asshole," Luther hissed, glaring at his brother's lack of tact. Diego scowled back just as fiercely.
"What? We were all thinking it."
Allison, as usual, came to Luther's defence and cut into Diego as well. The trio bickered as usual, blissfully ignorant to their rudeness of the situation – or perhaps, it was their way of dealing with the grief.
To bicker as usual, like children, to temper down the pain in their hearts.
Klaus stood silent, like a phantom. His usually goofy grin or shining eyes were both muted. His form; usually so lax and carefree was instead ramrod straight and painfully tense. His eyes alternated between staring at his desolate sister and the white, foreboding coffin in front of him.
Watching the bickering trio walk away and back into the house, leaving only himself and Thea alone, Klaus sighed.
With great reluctance he began to usher the girl away from the depressing sight; clasping her small hand – had his sister's hands always looked so frail? Had they always felt so icy cold and skeletal within his own? – and guided her to where their siblings had left.
Thea followed along without argument, with none of the fight she was so known for – a true spitfire – only a despondent emptiness on her face.
Klaus found the lack of emotion of his twin's face to be terrifying and selfishly wanted to rid her of this grief fast so that he could be welcomed with her easy smiles once more.
The pair made it into the warmth of the house; an artificial warmth, Klaus noticed. While not the most astute of people, even he could tell that their 'home' lacked any of the familial warmth a place of love and care should. Though, he still sighed as the heated air hit his skin, thawing out the freezing of his fingers.
Thea, still, remained unresponsive. Klaus expected no different. The girl had been much the same since the incident and he couldn't blame her.
To know just why it had all gone wrong...
Grabbing the thick woollen throw from the back of the coach as they passed, Klaus wrapped it around his sister before depositing her on the plush cushions, where he watched her fall back automatically, eyes still distant as though in a daydream.
I hope you're dreaming happier thoughts, sister. I hope they'll keep you going while I try my best, too.
With a firm kiss pressed against the crown of her head; golden locks damp with glittering snowdrops, Klaus walked out of the sitting room with determined steps and a single thought in his mind.
It was barely a thought; just a lingering question that he hadn't been able to shift since the realisation of his brother's death had truly sunk in.
After all, what use was this cursed power of his if it wouldn't allow him to see the one person that mattered to him and his sister? Who completed their trio; who neither of them would be the same without, going forward?
How else would he deserve his name, The Séance?
From what seemed like a dream, but what actually just the distant past, the twins awoke from their slumber at the same time; identical eyes blinking the sleep away and becoming aware of the world around them, slowly.
"Klaus?" the girl whispered softly. Quietly, as though afraid that speaking too loudly would break whatever tranquil moment they'd found themselves in.
"I'm here," he murmured and that simple response soothed Thea more than she realised.
Blinking heavy eyes – why she was so tired, she couldn't be sure. In a sense, she felt like she'd just relived a painful memory, something that was intended to tell her something; a moral lesson or warning. But all she could remember was a distant sense of sadness and blinding white...
Rubbing her eyes and groggily sitting up, Thea took a look around the room they'd been sleeping in and noticed, with sadness, that it was Elliott's old bedroom. Pushing the guilt away, the girl looked down at her brother – splayed out shirtless and his eyes screwed tightly shut – and lay a hand to rest upon his tangled locks.
Thea longed to take a brush to his hair and style it into something presentable but settled for carefully running her fingers through the tangles, setting them loose.
"Ben?" she called into the room, realising with a start that she hadn't spoken to him since they'd split up ways back in the alleyway. Hearing no response, she frowned and tried again.
"Ben?...Love?" Still no response.
Uneasy, Thea shook Klaus who grumbled but answered her unasked question. "No, he's not answering for me, either," he revealed. "He's being suspiciously quiet since it all kicked off with Vanya."
His tone sounded petulant and Thea knew he was annoyed at being 'ignored' by his best friend, though he didn't want to admit it. Despite her worry, she couldn't withhold her fond smile. She brushed back his matted hair and smiled soothingly – though whether it was to convince Klaus or herself, she wasn't wholly sure.
"I'm sure he's fine. You said you took a hit when you tried stopping Vanya, right? Maybe that's caused your abilities to go a little askew?" she mused.
After the disaster of yesterday and having finally located all of their lost siblings, Thea had been updated on the entire near-disaster with Vanya and the government thinking she was a Russian spy. Thea wasn't surprised her siblings had somehow managed to get themselves into even bigger problems, which said a lot about her psyche and expectations regarding her family.
However, regarding the situation with Klaus, she was at a bit of a loss. Her theory made some sense, but it wasn't a particularly convincing explanation. Though, she struggled for any other sensible reasoning.
...she didn't want to give in to paranoia and assume the worst straight away.
Klaus had suffered a lot of issues in his life and had refused to use his power plenty. Just because Ben wasn't immediately manifesting right now meant nothing bad. It didn't.
It didn't, right?
Suddenly nervous and unable to stay still, Thea stopped in her head-patting and sprang from the bed. She was feeling claustrophobic and needed to get out of this tiny room that reminded her too much of a dead man that she barely knew. She needed out of the clawing dread that had suddenly settled within her stomach.
Telling Klaus to hurry up and follow her downstairs, Thea opened the door and managed to find her way toward the main stairway, where the rest of her family were gathered around a television playing the news.
She stood on the step just behind Diego, who was leant against the metal railing, a deep frown on his face. The blonde leant against the railing, supporting her chin in her hands.
"The FBI believes they have been working in concert with the alleged shooter, Lee Harvey Oswald."
Her arrival had caused a few heads to turn her way, but Thea was staring at the tv screen, where a picture of her sister was now held up for all to see.
"Vanya Hargreeves; wanted in connection for the deaths of several FBI agents..."
The news anchor continued listing Vanya's supposed crimes and Thea whistled lowly, impressed despite the morbid circumstances. The man moved onto both Diego and Luther, detailing their suspicious behaviours and contacts, as well as explaining Allison's political involvements of late.
When he finally moved onto the next pair, and Thea heard her own name mentioned, she perked up, blinking widely at the pictures shown on screen.
"And finally, the pair of twins known only as Klaus and Thea. Both cult leaders, the male was a renowned tax evader and false Séance, while the woman was infamous for her alleged 'prophetic' abilities, targeting rich and wealthy clientele."
Thea snorted at that description and especially the photos showed on the screen. It was of two artistic renditions of herself and Klaus; colourful and bright, looking more like the art of stain-glass windows than real life.
While she'd known no photos of herself had been taken during her time in the sixties, she hadn't known that the news would link her past with the Emporium of Exquisite Excellences so quickly.
"Prophetic abilities?" Allison asked dryly, amused despite herself.
Thea grinned sheepishly, unrepentantly shrugging her shoulders. "Turns out I have a knack for just knowing what someone wants to hear most," she winked for extra measure. "And if I happen to make a few bucks from it, then who's really the fool?"
Allison laughed at her blasé attitude and Thea smirked.
The news anchor moved on, now showing a clear photo of Five, asking the public to call in if anybody saw him, as they suspected that he was being held hostage by the group of 'terrorists'. Thea spluttered at that, wanting to both laugh and cry at just how wrong they'd got it.
"Well, it's true," Five said with a shrug. "It does feel like I'm being held hostage, most days."
"Would you like me to tie you up, then?" Thea tried joking and snorted at the exasperated look sent her way. "I'll show you the Hargreeves hospitality. Show you how a real hostage should feel."
"I'll pass, thanks," Five drawled, smiling that smarmy-smirk her way. "Perhaps another time."
Luther coughed pointedly, drawing both of their attention.
"What?" they both asked, blinking back at him with matching innocent expressions. Though everybody could see the mischief shining in their blue eyes.
He was going to tell them something but his attention was caught by Allison, who was outraged that they'd claimed she had instigated the rioting. Diego, too, was complaining about the photo they'd used of him and Thea met Five's gaze, managing to convey her thoughts without even speaking.
'I think I might understand your point.'
'We're both hostages here, Z.'
She was going to say something else – point out how happy she was that he was alright, especially after the tumultuous adventure they'd had with his old self but she paused, keeping her mouth shut.
Despite seeming normal, Thea could feel a slight...tension between herself and Five. It was like there was an unspoken elephant in the room between them, and she knew exactly what had caused it.
What was the old man going to say?
Despite telling herself that she would think about it later, her traitorous mind couldn't help but replay that scene over and over again. After all, she was concerned at the visceral reaction Five had had in response.
Was he hiding things - from me? Why? What could be so embarrassing that he feels fearful at it being discovered? And besides...old Five clearly wanted to get it off his chest...
A sudden shout cut her from her thoughts and Thea was once again dragged along with her family's momentum, briefly forgetting her troubles for the moment.
"Look! The good news is we restored the timeline and stopped doomsday!" Luther shouted, attempting to see the bright side of their rather dour situation, though Diego wasn't having any of it.
"Yeah, a bunch of goddamn heroes – we let Kennedy die."
Thea thought that something as huge and infamous as the Kennedy assassination probably had to happen in order to keep the timeline secure, but she didn't say anything along those lines to Diego, who she knew was still sore after 'failing' in his self-assigned mission.
"Yeah, and now we're officially the most wanted people in the world," Allison added, causing the rest of the siblings to quiet down. "The FBI is after us, the Dallas police, the Secret Service...it's only a matter of time until they hunt us down here."
"Well then...where are we supposed to go?" asked Vanya, who Thea had noticed hadn't looked her way once since they'd all reunited.
She'd found it odd but chalked it up to her sister's shame or guilt at having almost caused the apocalypse once again. Thea didn't hold it against her, of course, but considered that with her memory loss, Vanya wasn't as sure about her relationships with them all.
So, Thea left her to come to terms with things her own way, knowing Vanya would open up with whatever was bothering her eventually. In her own time.
Thea could wait. It seemed like she was doing that a lot lately – waiting for her siblings to open up with whatever it was they were hiding from her.
Being a sister is certainly hard.
Whilst they'd been talking, Klaus had finally made it down the stairs and came to stand behind Thea, draping himself across her and taking comfort from the heat she emitted. He sighed, mumbling how warm she was.
"Perhaps you should put on a shirt," she suggested with an indulgent smile.
"Too much effort," he whined and it was only when Thea started running her fingers through his hair again that he stopped moping about.
It seemed he'd heard of their dilemma and offered up his own suggestion.
"I have this yurt just outside of Reykjavik...we could totally lay low there. Folk's there are a little weird, but lovely."
"We'll all fit right in..." Five muttered beneath his breath, kicking his shoe against the railing.
Thea watched him, wondering where exactly his head was at right now. Louder this time, he spoke again.
"Hidings not going to make a difference here. The Commission will hunt us down wherever and whenever we go."
"He's right, they'll never stop," Diego surprisingly spoke up.
Five looked across from him with narrowed eyes, asking how he of all people would know how the Commission ran. When Diego replied that he'd been there all this time and had gotten used to how things ran around there, that seemed to only aggravate Five more.
The finishing touch was when Diego bragged about using the infinite switchboard, which had the rest of the siblings staring blankly, as they comprehended none of what was being said.
Honestly, to Thea, it sounded more like they were describing an episode of Star Trek than real life, but she supposed she'd heard weirder and more outlandish stories. Hell, she was living one.
Diego became more irate, bragging about finding the résistance in their own lair – it was at this point she switched off mentally, blinking wide eyes up to Klaus, who was watching the entire scene with a lazy smirk.
He always did find other's frustrations amusing.
"I'm not sure whether to feel blessed to have my family back or exasperated that I'd forgotten how much we all argue," she mumbled, loud enough for only her brother to hear.
Klaus chuckled and the feeling of it vibrated through her skin so that she could feel the rumbles within her own chest. It was a comforting feeling, having her other half so close by again. She smiled, unable to stop herself and sighed, content.
"I'm glad you're back," she whispered.
"I wasn't gone for very long," he said in amusement.
"I know...but being away from you makes me anxious. It's like the time is doubled when we're apart."
This time, Klaus had nothing witty to say and only lay his chin on top of her head, as though resting on a soft, golden pillow. "I know."
It was true, that any time spent apart felt like it dragged – that an hour became two, maybe even three or four simply from the anxiety they felt.
How she'd ever survived the time spent apart when they'd been sent to the past, she didn't know. Spending just a few days away was horrible, and Thea couldn't believe she'd somehow managed almost two years.
In the background, their family was continuing to bicker, arguing whether it was best to stay or leave – Luther and Alison firmly on the side of leaving as soon as possible, before the police arrived, while Diego felt that establishing their base here was the best option.
They were interrupted when Vanya reappeared - having disappeared up the stairs earlier - with an anxious, panicked expression. "I'm leaving," she announced.
That shut them all up and Thea tensed at the thought of their family splitting up again. Why did something always have to happen that inevitably caused their family to disperse?
"What do you mean?" Allison asked urgently. "Leave to where?"
"Sissy's farm," she explained while wringing her hands, frazzled. "I think something's wrong with Harlan. I need to go and help them."
"Vanya, we need to stick together," Luther reprimanded but Thea was looking at her sister's face and could tell that she wasn't going to listen.
No, the expression she wore was much too similar to her own whenever her family was in trouble; full of determination and grit.
"How can we help?" she asked, ignoring the rest of her siblings to stare directly back at Vanya.
She trusted her sister's instincts on this. If Vanya felt like those she cared for were in danger, then they had to help her do something about it. That was what family did; they helped one another.
Vanya's smile was full of relief at her offer – seeming to momentarily forget whatever weird thing was going on between them – though her shoulders remained tense at the worry for the woman and boy she'd come to love.
"Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I caused it..." she said with a guilty expression.
"How?" Thea asked softly, careful not to upset her sister's delicate mental state.
People were fragile when those they loved where in trouble, no matter how strong it made them feel; because while the adrenaline made you feel like you could charge in blindly and save the day, more often than not you were weak and susceptible to crumble at any moment.
Thea couldn't have her sister crumbling. She'd only just gotten her back and so she was resolute in keeping her here; whole.
"He drowned...and uhm, somehow-" she took a steadying breath to explain better. "Somehow...I managed to bring him back to life."
Woah...okay then. That was far from what Thea had been imagining but she blinked fast and tried to push any of her questions to the back of her mind – right now they needed to focus on a plan of action.
"Now, it's like we're connected...I could sense that he needed me. He's calling out for me, I need to help him," she whispered desperately. "He's only a boy, he doesn't deserve whatever I've dragged him into."
Thea rushed forward to bring her sister into a comforting embrace, reassuring her that none of this was her fault.
"If you hadn't of done something then he would have died, Vanya," she said softly. "You did the right thing and we're going to fix whatever trouble he's in right now, okay?"
Vanya nodded, tightening her hold around Thea's waist in gratitude. However, as though suddenly remembering something she pulled back awkwardly, pointedly looking away from the blonde.
Thea, understandably confused at Vanya's sudden aversion to sisterly love was confused but knew that right now wasn't the time for an interrogation.
It was clear the brunette was hiding something from her – she wasn't the only one, her mind supplied bitterly – but Thea was already invested in saving this poor Harlan from whatever trouble he'd unwillingly been dragged into as part of the self-titled Hargreeves curse.
"Thea," Diego said pointedly, the girl turning around to look at him with a raised brow. "Don't promise shit so casually. We have other priorities right now."
"Other priorities?" she repeated, dumbfounded. "Like what? Running from the authorities?" she snorted. "Like that's new."
"Diego's right...for once," Five muttered, staring back with pursed lips. His eyes were looking past her, likely unable to meet her angry stare. "We need to make a stand here and now."
"You're wrong," she snapped back. "You're making excuses when our sister is asking for help!"
"I'm not making excuses," he drawled, annoyed at her ire turned against him. "We're currently being hunted down by every governmental organisation you could think of, Z. We don't have time to help some kid we don't even know."
"You're just disagreeing with me because you're still mad, aren't you?"
"What?" he asked, completely taken aback at her random accusation.
"You've been angry since we got rid of your old self," she pointed out, getting derailed from her original point now that she was able to voice her frustrations. "He was going to tell me something and you kicked him through the portal before I could hear it."
"And your point is?"
"My point is that you're hiding something!" she said, edging closer with a deep frown. "And you're taking it out on me despite the fact that I have no idea as to why!"
"Uhm, guys..." Luther interrupted, stepping in between them and effectively blocking their view of one another.
Five had progressively gotten closer as they'd snapped back and forth but now he was hidden behind Luther's large form.
Thea sighed, annoyed at being stopped once again from confronting the issue with Five but more so with herself for getting so off-track. It was selfish of her to be so concerned with her own issues when Vanya was panicking about her friends.
She blew a stray strand of hair from her face, trying to calm down.
She looked pointedly at Allison for back-up, but even she looked away. The girl was astonished at how her own siblings were so willingly abandoning one of their own when Vanya was practically begging them for help.
"Luther?" she tried, not expecting much.
Her tallest brother frowned in concern, though it was clear even without his answer how he felt on the matter. Finally, Thea turned to her twin.
"Klaus?" She must have sounded truly desperate because he sighed wearily.
"Fine," he said, sighing again in a dramatic fashion to make it clear he didn't agree but was bound to her decisions. It was just like Klaus; to make no decisions of his own and go along with Thea or Ben's, instead.
"But only because Ben isn't here to tell you how bad of an idea this is," he muttered and Vanya flinched minutely at his off-handed remark.
"He can bitch at me once he gets back," she replied with a smile, happy that she'd at least have her twin beside her. "Whenever he deems it important enough..." she murmured, half amused and half worried.
"Probably catching up on all that missed sleep," Klaus snorted. He'd casually walked over, draping his arm across her shoulders and smiling lazily at Vanya. "So, lead the way O-messiah-Vanya."
Vanya took one last look at the rest of their siblings, hurt and disappointment evident on her face before walking out.
Five tried to grab Thea's sleeve as they passed but the girl pointedly looked away from him, rushing to follow her sister. She wasn't sure if it was her frustration at his secrecy or her own shame at how easily she'd blown up at him – but either way, she couldn't face it right now.
Hunkering down into the old car, Vanya took the wheel while Klaus climbed into the front seat, with Thea climbing into the back. The blonde sighed, staring out of the window as she listened to the keys jingle as Vanya turned on the ignition.
That was interrupted, however, by the sound of the car door opening with a clang. She turned in shock, to see blue eyes staring into her own; a familiar boldness shining bright.
"Five," she breathed.
"Leaving without me, Z?" he said, giving her a small smirk.
"Why are you here?" she asked. I thought you disagreed with me, went unsaid.
Five's smirk disappeared and he gulped, beginning to avert his eyes before stopping and looking back into her eyes without turning away. "For you," he said, honesty dripping from his words.
Thea blinked, surprised at his sincerity. For me? Then, does that mean... "Will you tell me what he was going to say?"
Despite looking like it was painful to agree, Five nodded his head. "I will. But later, alright? It can wait until we're safe," he bargained.
Thea could compromise on that. She wasn't unreasonable, she could wait. If Five was promising to tell her everything, she'd wait patiently.
"Okay," she whispered. "I'll hold you to that."
"How about just holding me?" he winked, and she burst out laughing, feeling much lighter now that their little spat had been resolved.
The benefits of their relationship were that no matter how much they argued, it never lasted long. She hadn't the heart to stay mad at any of her siblings long, but Five liked the tension between them even less and often sucked up and apologised, despite his stubborn pride.
Their intimate moment was interrupted again when the other car doors were opened and the rest of their siblings began climbing inside. It was a tight squeeze, and Five was pushed and pushed until he was almost sat on her lap.
Thea giggled at his heated glare and wrapped her arms around his waist to drag him back so that he was fully sat on her legs and Diego could climb in alongside Allison.
Luther was last, trying to squeeze into the car as he threw open the trunk and clambered inside, rocking the vehicle dangerously side to side from his sheer weight.
"Anyone says a fat joke and I'm out," he muttered sourly.
"Guys...I don't know what to say," Vanya said, touched at their actions.
"We're family, Vee," Thea said with a beaming smile, her happiness had sky-rocketed at the thoughtfulness of her siblings. "We're in this together, right?"
Her arms squeezed Five tighter in her joy. She was even starting to feel a little light-headed at how up and down her emotions had been lately, but right now, things were good and she was ready to face whatever problem was ahead of them.
After all, Thea was surrounded by her family.
"Together, we can do anything," she whispered to herself, low enough that only Five heard her. He squeezed her hand in reply, confirming her sentiments.
Together, they were at their strongest.
One thing to point out; unlike canon, Klaus doesn't know about Ben's disappearance yet, though I think he suspects. He just doesn't want to say anything in case he's wrong and it upsets Thea. That's why I didn't include his little talk with Vanya and the girl's reactions to Thea's cluelessness. It will come to light in the next chapter or so, I just have to fit it in at the right moment. I have a plan, don't worry.
Once again, thanks for the patience in updates - I really appreciate it x