"We still need to find somewhere to sleep that doesn't smell like fish, find food, find drinkable water…" I watch, concerned, as Jemima babbles on about how we still have so many things to do.

"Jems," I interrupt, placing a hand on her shoulder. She swivels around to face me, looking like she's about to explode from stress.

"Cori, we're wasting time! We're the leaders of a tribe now- we have to take care of them! We have to have long-term contingency plans! We have to-"

"Jems," I repeat, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "Slow down. You're stressing out too much." She wraps her arms around me, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I know, love…" she whispers brokenly. "But… I've never had so much responsibility before…" The calico queen looks up at me.

"This is what Da- Munkus was trying to prepare me for, and I'm not ready! I don't know what we'll do tomorrow-"

"Why can't you just live life?" I ask her, cutting her off again. "Forget about tomorrow! The only thing that matters is here and now." I kiss her again. "Didn't you once tell Cetty that 'Tomorrow's problems can wait for tomorrow'? Where's the queen who said that?" Jemima smiles sadly.

"She's buried under a mountain of commitments," she replies, with a twinge of wistfulness.

"Then let's do something entirely irresponsible," I whisper, cupping her face in my hands. I see a hint of a smile appear on her face.

"Like what? Bungee jump off of the Parliamentary Clock Tower?"

I roll my eyes.

"Okay, that proves you're stressed. You just called Big Ben by its official name!" I grin. "I was thinking that you and me could go out and grab something to eat from that fish-and-chips stand tonight. The one by Tower Bridge?" I finally see the last traces of worry disappear from my mate's face.

"That sounds wonderful, Cori. But I think you meant to say 'You and I,'" she corrects playfully.

"Beware, citizens of London!" I exclaim, turning to face an imaginary audience. "We've unleashed a Grammar Nazi on the world!"

~BGBD~

"You can open your eyes now," I tell Jemima after dropping the bag of fish n' chips onto the concrete roof.

She gasps as the magnificent scene of London at night unfolds itself before her.

"Cori, where are we?" the calico asks, beaming at me. "This is beautiful!"

I smile, kissing her.

"We're on Jermyn Street. This is the roof of the Cavendish Hotel." I turn to look out at my city.

"Look, you can see the London Eye," I point out. It glitters brightly against the backdrop of the darkened sky, standing out among the other twinkling lights. They look almost like fallen stars…

My train of thought changes Jemi snuggles against me.

"Thank you, love," she whispers. "This was exactly what I needed."

~BGBD~

Originally, I was just going to cut it off at the Grammar Nazi part, but then I decided to end it with something sweet and romantic.

Wow… this is turning out less angsty than I thought it would! The next chapter (which I'm having slight Writer's Block on) will, undoubtedly, be angstier. And all the ones after that.

So bring tissues.