Disclaimer: I don't own the situations or characters portrayed herein. I'm just playing with them for a while.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Billy had decided to try it one more time. If this one didn't work, Amanda was just going to have to stay stateside.

Since she'd been to Munich before - albeit with disastrous results - she was a semi-logical choice.

The real reason it had to be her was that she could set anyone at their ease, and Haddy Kemp needed to be set at his ease in order to talk.

Billy said Lee was living proof of the fact that Amanda could get through to anyone, but he didn't see it. He wasn't an international terrorist, and anyway she hadn't "gotten through" to him.

So they had set it up. She'd "won" a trip. This time she went with her mother and the boys. Lee had insisted on that point. He did not want to deal with any more shouted conversations at all the pay phones Munich had to offer.

And now, he only had to make contact. He'd been following her all day, glad that things were going well. Glad that her boys were enjoying themselves. Only a tiny bit envious to watch her play with her children's hair and shower them with little touches and pats that they didn't even notice.

Careful not to be close enough to listen to her mother.

He purposefully looked at her for one second too long, and her head snapped up and she saw him.

Interesting. Dr. Quidd had a theory that anyone could tell if someone was looking at them, but he'd never believed it. Maybe it was a thing, after all.

Francine asked him, once he got back to her and Billy, what that was all about.

"What do you mean?" he asked, incredulously. "I was stopping an assassination!"

"No," she drawled, her mouth twisting up. "You and Amanda had a whole conversation and didn't say anything to have it."

He stared at her, uncomprehending.

"When you took off on the motorbike. Remember that? Hmmm?"

"Yeah; she said she wanted to go with me, and I told her I was going to take the motorbike since the car was too slow. She wanted to come anyway, so I agreed. That's all."

Francine looked positively mischievous.

"No," she said, drawing out the syllable. "All she actually kept repeating was that 'Mother and the boys are there.' And all you said was 'No, no, no' and, after she repeated it again, 'Oh, all right, all right. Come on.'"

"We said everything that was important." He knew it came out a little defensively, but Francine always got his back up.

What was she implying, exactly?