Will silently closed the door to the twins' room. He couldn't believe Cleo had left them there. Plus Nathan had to walk them home. He started for his own room, where Elizabeth and the baby were sleeping, when he heard the door downstairs open. He stood there waiting for the person to come fully up the stairs. The figure stopped when it saw him. Will lifted the candle to see the person's face.

"Bill?" He asked through little light of the candle, the boy nodded, "What are you doing out this late?"

"I had to walk Abigail home." He answered, and started for his door, Will noticed his clothes disheveled,

"It's a little late for walking her home, don't you think?" Will stopped his son and lifted a brow,

"We were talking." He shrugged,

"Talking," His face was skeptical, "about what?"

"It's late I need to go to bed, father." Bill bit his lip, and started walking towards his door but Will stopped him again,

"Bill, be careful with that girl."

Cleo rubbed her sleepy eyes, and felt her head. It hurt a bit, but it could've been worse. The sun was barely up yet, and there wasn't any noises coming from downstairs or anywhere in the house. Slowly she got out of bed. She had to find that necklace. Jack would be back soon. She opened a door, and swore silently noticing that it wasn't the door to the hallway, and closed it. Then she stood at the door again, something strange had caught her eye. She opened it again, a staircase lead to somewhere. Carefully she climbed the dark staircase. It led to a dusty unkempt attic.

"Lovely." She said sarcastically to herself, as she looked around the room. There were chairs, and just junk up here, probably from the last residence living here. Finally a chest caught her eye. It was just lying there. The run was now coming up and there was a window, and she notice two letters were on the chest, N.T. She bent down and looked at it.

"N.T.? Wonder who you belonged to?" She noticed that it was unlocked and she opened it. On top was an old dress, beautiful though. The fabric wasn't the greatest sort, but it was pretty in its own way. She slowly picked it up and looked at it, she heard a clink on the ground, and looked down. A necklace lay there with a bright red ruby in the middle. She smiled and put down the dress, "Perfect."

"Do you think that Jack will come back for Cleo?" Elizabeth asked Will as she fed the hungry little baby.

"Yes," He answered as he put his shirt on, a silence came upon them, "I think she's after something."

"Will..." Elizabeth said warningly,

"Elizabeth, she's Jack's daughter." He looked at her, "You know last night Edward had to almost carry her home, she drank too much rum,"

"Becoming a little protective are we?" She smiled at him and looked down to watched the baby, he became silent, "Don't worry I'm sure she'll straighten out, maybe he left her here to learn something about being a lady."

"Hopefully your right." He sighed, he went over and kissed her, "I'll be home early," He left and walked down the hallway, surprisingly the twins' and Bill's doors were shut and Cleo's was open a little. Will peaked in to see if she was still sleeping. He noticed her not in the bed, and went in,

"Cleo?" He called, and looked at the door opened to the attic. Slowly he made his way over there and started up the stairs. She had to be up here. Finally he got up in the attic and looked around.

Cleo held her breath. He couldn't find her up here with the necklace. Her father had said to hide it from him. She hid behind a tall thing covered in sheets. He slowly walked past her calling her name. She let out an air of relief, and tiptoed out of her hiding place and started for the door. A cough made her stop and turn. Will stood behind her with his arms folded,

"Didn't see you there, mate." She giggled nervously,

"Really?" He lifted a brow, and looked down at her hand that held the necklace, "What's that?"

"I found it, thought it was pretty." She smiled,

"Pretty?" His looked questionable, "Why are you up here?"

"Thought I take a look around," She shrugged, "Stumbled upon it by openin' the wrong door."

"May I see that?" He held out his hand, and she relutlently gave it to him. Slowly he examined the necklace, "Where did you find this?"

"In the chest." She was starting to feel like a little child that just got caught stealing from the cookie jar, and looked down to the floor,

"This was my mother's." His eyes fell back on her. "My father gave it to her."

"It had the initials, N T." She looked at him,

"Her name was Natalie Turner," He smiled at the memory

"Pickin' favorites are we?" She smiled,

"Natalie and Naomi have different color eyes. Naomi has brown and Natalie has the same as my mother's, blue " He looked back at the necklace, "You can keep it."

"What?" She looked at him strangely. She wasn't excepting it to be this easy,

"I could never choose between either of the girls to give it to," He smiled, and made a gesture for her to turn around. She did and she lifted her hair to let him put the necklace on. She turned around to face him with the necklace. "It suits you."

Bill walked down the stairs in a daze. Today seemed surreal. His mind wandered off to what he was going to say to Abigail's father. Should he come out and say his proposal or just ask him what he thinks? He was going to ask him somehow if he could marry Abigail. With his head not fully cooperating with him he bumped into someone that stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Well, well, well, Mr. Turner." A voice he least wanted to hear from right now. "Where you running off to?"

"I'm going to pay Miss Abigail a visit." He looked at Cleo and noticed she was holding on to Edward, and he nodded towards Edward and he nodded back. "I'll leave two alone now." He smiled as Cleo glared at him. He walked over to the door and opened it, "Abigail!"

Hey people I might be a while updating cause I have some family stuff to attened to, oh and don't worry about Cleo and Bill together.