James looked at the Doctor waiting for some sort of reply.

"Well, Maybe we should speak in private." The Doctor said, and left the four boys behind. Emma and James followed him.

"It seems that this sickness she has, isn't well known, but it isn't as uncommon as you think. Most people with the same illness as her, die from it." The Doctor said walking back and forth.

James and Emma exchanged looks, and faced the Doctor again.

"Well, how is she?" James repeated himself. The Doctor sort of sighed, and turned facing them again.

"She seems to by some miracle, recovering from it." He replied, and cleared his throat.

Mrs. du Maurier and James sort of felt a big sigh of relief come over them. "It is very unusual for someone to recover from such a sickness. So, Consider it a miracle by God." The Doctor said, and gathered his things.

"She's in her room, but I will take my leave now, I'll be back next week for another check up." The Doctor then left them to talk.

"Do you think we should go in and see her?" James asked, wanting to go in and see her. Emma looked like she was deciding whether or not to, but finally nodded yes.

"I'm going to go keep an eye on the boys." She said, and left to the patio. James headed for Sylvia's bedroom, and knocked.

"Come in." She said kindly, and was putting her hair up.

James entered, and walked over to her. He watched as she put a clip in her hair, and continued to sew. "What is it?" She asked looking up at him.

"Did the Doctor tell you anything?" He asked.

"No, I'm assuming it was something bad." She replied, and then continued to sew yet again.

"Well, it's not." He replied softly, sitting down in another chair. She looked at him questioningly.

"What do you mean?" She asked. Sylvia set the pair of pants, and needle down on the table. James couldn't help but smile a little bit.

"He says, that you're a little better than the last checkup." He replied, and Sylvia looked disbelieving.

"James, this is nothing to kid around about." She said, and stood heading for her closet to pick out something to wear.

James stood and followed her. "Why would I joke around about such a serious thing, Sylvia?" He asked.

Sylvia looked down at the ground, and turned. "Because it is impossible for me to recover James. The doctors have told me once before. It isn't possible. They don't have the right medications for it." She added, and turned to fix a few things on the table that didn't really need to be fixed.

James looked at her. He could understand now why she thought he would have been joking. The Doctor did say it isn't possible for anyone to recover this illness. Yet, Sylvia was recovering, slowly and surely.

"Well Sylvia, You know I'm not lying." James said, and she faced him.

"But how is it possible?" She asked, wanting to know why she was recovering.

"The Doctor said that it should be considered a Miracle from God." James replied smiling.

Mrs. du Maurier interrupted Sylvia and James. "Dear, the boys would like James, and you to join them in a game." Mrs. du Maurier said nothing more and headed back to the patio.

Sylvia sort of smiled, and her and James walked to the Patio.

"No! Mum will be on our side!" Yelled Michael, and Jack argued back.

"Oh, well if you get Mum we get Uncle Jim!" Jack said grinning.

"No! We get Mum and Uncle Jim!" Michael yelled back.

George sighed, and looked at Michael. "Michael, we can only have one of them on our side. It wouldn't be fair if we had both. Also it wouldn't be the same amount of people on the teams either."

Michael looked at George, and then notic ed Sylvia and James walking up to them.

"Mum! Tell them that you're on our side!" Michael said, running up to her.

"Oh, alright Michael. I'll be on George, and Your side!" She replied smiling. Michael had held on her arm, and dragged her to George.

"Alright boys," James said walking down the steps, "It's just you and me against your mum and brothers."

Jack looked at James. "So, what's our plan?" Peter asked.

James looked at them looking like he was thinking for a moment. Then spoke. "I think…we shall ambush them, mate!" He replied with a pirate like voice.

"Aye, Aye. Captain!" Jack said, and saluted to James. Peter saluted too, and they turned to face: Sylvia, Michael, and George.

"Are ye ready ta face the greatest feared pirates in da world, mates!" Yelled Jack to them from across the river.

"Argh! You don't frighten us, pirates! Ye be scallywags!" Yelled George.

"Very well, than ye have been sentenced ta death!" James said. "By me blade!"

"Attack!" Peter said, picking up a stick, and running past the garden to fight Michael.

"I'll be gettin' ye mate!" Jack said running over to his mother to fight.

"Seems we meet again' George!" James said, and picked up a stick. "May the best pirate win mate!"

"May he!" George replied, and so the 6 all fought, and played in an imaginary world once again.

Mrs. du Maurier sat and watched laughing her and there.

"Oi! Ye got me mate!" James said slowly falling. "Argh! Ye will be 'aunted fer the rest of ye life!" James finally said, and fell to his death.

"Victory!" Michael yelled. And Sylvia clapped her hands, and George smiled.

Peter sighed looking over at James who was still on the ground. "I think they beat us…" Peter said, and stood up dusting himself off.

James smiled, and stood. "That they did." He replied, and helped Jack to his feet.

"Well that was something, boys." Sylvia said smiling. "I think I could do for a bit of tea…How about you?" She asked them all, walking up the steps to the Patio.

"Oh! Me Mum me!" Michael yelled, running up the steps and sitting in a chair.

"Me too Mum!" Jack and George said, sitting also. Peter also sat down, but then began to write again.

James smiled, and looked at Sylvia. "I'll help make the tea." He said, and him and Sylvia went into the Kitchen.

"Grandma did you see us!" Jack asked, and they were all discussing what to play next time.

"That was something wasn't it?" James asked, still having a huge smile across his face.

"Yes, it was!" She replied, getting a teapot ready, and filling it up. "I don't think we've played anything quite like it." She added, and put the teapot on the stove.

James stood there thinking about, what to talk about. "I think I better go home." James said remembering something he had to do.

Sylvia turned. "Oh…well.." She started.

"I'll be back later…Actually how about you and your mother go out for a bit?" He asked.

"My Mother and I?" She asked a bit confused. James just nodded.

"You guys should have a little Mother, Daughter time." He smiled, and turned to face her.

"Oh, but where would we go?" She asked.

"Out to eat, and maybe shopping." He said quickly. "Here I'll ask her. Don't worry I'll take care of the kids while you're out, just try to make it home before 8 'o' clock."

Sylvia bit her bottom lip. "Okay, I don't know what you're up to…but Okay." She then walked to her bedroom to get ready.

James walked out to the Patio to talk to Mrs. du Maurier.

A/N: Sooooooo SORRY! I know I haven't written in like a week but I was sooo busy this week! I had started on this chapter I think Friday, and I didn't touch after that until today (Wed.)! I won't be here Thursday, Friday, or Saturday. So please check for a new chapter Sunday. I promise I'll try to get Ch 6 up then! But I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I mean nothing really happened. But the next Chapter surely something will! . Well thank you so much for your reviews! I love them, Linda, Flopsy, Jenn, and Gamsdepp! They are all very nice Reviews. Again sorry I didn't update. I won't be busy anymore until school starts again! Thank you for your kind patience. -Tess