Narcissa stared into the mirror, smiling as she brushed imaginary wrinkles from her robes. Just thirty minutes more. A half hour, and she would be freed from Lucius, and with her beloved Rodtimer once more. Already, she had a small bag packed- she'd have the rest sent to her. She glanced lovingly at the note Mort had sent. It was brief, but she treasured anything written by his own hand.

Cissy, Meet me outside of Gringotts tommorow at one. I have to tell you something.

She supposed that 'something' she already knew- that he was a Death Eater. But before she left, there was something she needed to do. Draco would be waking from his nap soon.

When she crept into the nursery, he was already stirring, and she scooped him up.

"My baby, my angel," she crooned, showering his face with soft kisses. "You know I love you. But I can't be happy here, and it would do no good to raise you surrounded by misery. I'll see you on weekends and every holiday, I promise. And when you meet Mort, you'll love him, and he'll adore you, because who doesn't? This isn't goodbye, my sweet, I promise. I love you." Draco whined unhappily as she placed him back in his crib. "Hush, dearest. Be good."

She was sure he would be alright. After all, she would see him as early as Saturday. She was glad she'd weaned him early- he only nursed now occasionally for comfort, not necessity. Narcissa lifted her sachel, took a deep breath, and apparated to Diagon Alley.

She waited impatiently on the marble steps of Gringotts until she saw him. "Mort!" she cried, springing from her vantage point and pushing through the crowd. "Mort!" There was a break in the bodies and she shot towards him, flinging her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. "Oh, Mort, I've missed you!" And she had. He looked so well again, just as he did in her memories.

"How are you Cissy?" he murmured kindly as he drew back, smiling gently. "I want you to meet someone."

And then suddenly, everything was terribly wrong. He reached to wrap his arm around the waist of a short, lovely girl with bright green eyes and a sleek black bob. She grinned brightly at Narcissa.

"Hi there. It's wonderful, so wonderful to meet you," she said sweetly, her voice painfully sincere. "I'm Jennifer."

Narcissa couldn't properly draw in a lungful of air, though she tried desperately to gasp calming oxygen. There was a dull, muffled roar in her ears, stifling anything, everything but the way Mort, her Mort, adoringly held another woman.

"I did exactly as you asked, Narcissa," Rodtimer said with a supressed sort of joy in his tone. "As soon as I left the hospital. I knew, after that ordeal, if I waited any time at all, I would be completely lost. And that very night... I met Jen. I was a mess, as I'm sure you can imagine." He paused here to smile warmly at the woman at his side. She smiled back cheerfully. "And she, without doubt, has saved me. It's taken some time, but... It's wonderful. I can breathe again, live, like you said. And I can never thank you enough, Narcissa, for letting me have this." He bent forward to press his lips softly to Narcissa's forehead. Light. Friendly. "We're getting married in three months."

"What?" Narcissa cried, horrified. "But you've only just met!"

Immediately, Rodtimer's brow creased. "It's been five months. Are you upset?"

Yes! she longed to scream. This was all wrong! She glanced over at Jennifer's pretty, round face. It was creased with concern.

"But aren't you married, Narcissa?" she asked softly, worridly.

"I'm-"

"You said you wanted me to be happy again," Mort said, baffled. "And I am."

Please, Jennifer's eyes seemed to beg, don't take him from me.

"I... I am," she muttered at last. "And... It's wonderful that you two have found each other."

Instantly, the other two relaxed. Jennifer wrapped her arms around Rodtimer's waist and rested her head on his chest with a tiny, relieved smile. Mort ducked his head to kiss the top of her hair. "And how's your son, Cissy?"

When Narcissa returned to the Malfoy Manor, she could scarcely breathe. She needed to find Draco, hold him and draw comfort from him before she collapsed or went into shock. When she reached the nursery, however, her haze was broken.

Lucius lay sprawled across the floor, and Draco was perched delightedly on his chest, supported only by a hand on his back. The littler of the blondes babbled contently, tipping forward occasionally to be quickly caught. A stuffed dragon and several other toys lay about, but Draco seemed most captivated by his father's face, often reaching forwards to press Lucius's nose flat, push fingertips against his brow, and distort his mouth- Draco shreiked in delight each time he did this, because Lucius playfully nibbled his fingers whenever the digits wandered near enough.

Narcissa pushed open the door, and Lucius looked up- the flash of elation was so abrupt, so painfully intense, that Narcissa had to look away. "You came back," he breathed, half sitting up and catching Draco in his arms. "You..." his eyes fell on her bag, and the joy instantly vanished. "forgot something," he mumbled, eyes dropping to Draco's little face.

"No," she replied stiffly. "I did not. What kind of mother would I be," she said coldly as she crossed the room to lift Draco and hold him tightly, "if I just abandoned my only son?" Narcissa buried her face in his soft, baby neck. Still, she could not stifle her tears. "I suppose," she whispered, "I will just have to bear living here."

If her own pain wasn't so suffocating, she might have felt pity for the agony on his face. Might have felt guilty for the lie.

"Narcissa," he rose slowly to face her. "I'm sorry. I am. But I can't. Don't you see? I just... can't give him to you. Not him too. If you take Draco... I'll have nothing."

"I understand," she mumbled. He glanced at her, startled.

"You do?"

"Yes. But Lucius... We can't live like this any more." She settled Draco against her shoulder. He gurgled happily, secured a fistful of her long blonde hair, and began to knaw on it gleefully with toothless gums. Uncertainly, Lucius nodded.

"What are you suggesting?"

She sighed, hardly believing the words that were forming in her own mouth. "We... must... change things."

"But," he inferred carefully, "you don't wish to?"

"Well, I can't possibly be any more unhappy, could I?" she snapped, then paused. She'd been counting on happily living with Mort by now, and had not wished to confront the issue of Lucius's speech. It probably would do no good to be cruel to him now that she recognized he was not actually heartless, but old habits were hard to break.

"I think," she continued in a tight but kinder tone, "that we need to be truly husband and wife. I will..." she swallowed hard, "move into your room. And we absolutely must," she looked at him seriously, "and this is imperative- we must... talk. I cannot do this easily. I... cannot. So, we must communicate with one another. Every day. No more months of silence."

Lucius nodded slowly. "And we must be perfectly honest," he proposed. She wondered if he was thinking off all the time he spent suffering in silence, and bobbed her head in agreement.

"Right. Honest. And Lucius," she flushed slightly. "Just because I'm in your bedroom doesn't mean... well, not right away... you know?"

"Of course."

"So..." she handed Draco back to him gently. "I'll go move my things. If you don't mind?"

"Not at all."

Once she was out of the room, she vigorously wiped the tears from her face. "Mipsie, we've got work to do."

The first night she spent in Lucius's bedroom, Narcissa learned several things about her husband.

First, he was terribly tidy. As she put her belongings away, she made note of his- the meticulously organized closets, drawers and cabinets, beyond the neatness of an elf. Clearly, he thrived on order. It made her vaguely uncomfortable- it was almost inhuman, the perfection of how he lived. Would he expect her to be so neat too? It wasn't that she was a slob by any means, but she had been known occasionally to leave shoes in a convenient pile, or lay several sets of robes out. For a moment, she thought affectionately at the mess that Mort used to leave around his dormitory- belts and trousers slung over his four poster bed, the occasional sock Narcissa would find between the sheets when they lay there, curled up together and giggling-

Immediately, Narcissa forced the imaged from her mind like slamming a lid on box. She wouldn't think about that now. Never.

Secondly, it became apparent that he was some sort of insomniac. After putting Draco down for the night, she went to get ready for bed herself. However, Lucius did not come in until well after she'd settled beneath the unfamiliar blankets- it was past midnight when the knob turned at last. Although she feigned sleep, Narcissa watched him carefully. His movements were practiced, and rigid. He removed his shoes and placed them carefully in his closet. His elf tottered after him, collecting Lucius's socks, robes, and his white oxford. He hung his belt up with the rest, collected a pair of silk black shorts, and disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the shower run briefly, and a while later a toilet flushed, the sink ran- it was odd, she mused, but he was just like any other person, not some statue. When he emerged, his pale blonde hair was wet and plastered to the back of his neck, neatly combed away from his face. As he approached the bed, she clenched her eyes tightly shut- but he didn't crawl in next to her. She cracked an eye- he seemed to be watching her. With a sigh, he moved across the room to settle at his desk and began scratching a letter.

"Lucius?" At last, she lifted her head.

"Yes?" he murmured, not looking up.

"Er..." Well, certainly she must have had a reason for interrupting him. "Uhm, who are you writing to?"

He paused. "My sister."

"Beatrice?" Narcissa frowned.

"Yes."

"You... like her better than your other sisters?"

"Yes."

Honestly, trying to coax a conversation out of him when he wasn't drunk was like pulling teeth.

"Why? Why do you prefer her, I mean."

Again, he hesitated. "She... was always so... helpless."

Narcissa snorted. She would not describe the violent teen who'd pushed her down the stairs as 'helpless'. Mildly psychotic, yes. Helpless? Probably not.

"Obviously, you wouldn't think so. But my mother... did not want any more children after she gave my father an heir, you see. She was... displeased when she learned that she had conceived another baby. Even more so when she realized it was a girl. She handed her over to elves and nannies directly after her birth. My father was busy, and my elder sisters were young and selfish- if I did not care for her, she would have be raised solely by inferior caregivers. She would have survived, but lacked any sense of propriety in how to behave in our society."

Despite herself, Narcissa smiled. "That was kind of you."

"Obviously though, I failed. She was over-indulged by my attention and trust. I realize that she hurt you, us, Narcissa, but so many years, she was the only person who would listen to me..."

"It seems strange, you being so close to her. I'm mean, I'm the youngest, but I've heard little siblings can be quite impossible... I know Bella and I had our fair share of fights!"

"But I had to take care of her, Narcissa," he repeated, brow creasing. "I would no more fight with her than a I would with Draco- the difference is, as she became older, she became a friend as well. Actually," he looked thoughtful for a moment. "It's rather like Rodolphus."

"I beg your pardon?"

"His little sister, Caroline- have you not met her? Probably not, she's not allowed out often. She has a heart condition, you see, sadly incurable, so Rodolphus treats her like a porcelain doll. She rarely leaves the house, and he insists on accompanying her where ever she does go."

Narcissa raised her eyebrows, aghast. "What a dreadful life! So dull- can't she have any fun?"

"Well," he mused, "probably not much. But he takes her to dinners and such with some frequency."

"What about at school?"

"I believe she is home schooled."

"Friends? Any?"

"Probably not outside of her family. Although I believe she and Tricey get along well; they're about the same age, I think."

"She must be unhappy."

"She's dying," he said bluntly. "Any sort of vigorous exercise, or accelerated heartrate could be fatal- if she gets excited, or scared, startled... She's living by a delicate thread. Obviously, she can't expect too much."

"Still," she frowned, "I'd like to meet her, I think. She must be lonely."

"Alright. If you'd like."

"I'll write to Bella tomorrow and ask if we can have dinner!" she decided brightly. Lucius nodded once, then rose and flicked his wand, and the room darkened. When Narcissa felt him climb into bed beside her she scooted towards the opposite edge. She thought, but wasn't certain, that she heard Lucius sigh.

"Good night, Narcissa," he murmured.

"G'night!" she chirped, overly-bright.

It was dark and all was still, but Narcissa was no longer tired. The events of the day swirled painfully in her mind- try as she might, she could not erase Jennifer's bright green gaze, nor Mort's adoring look at his fiance- a look Narcissa had previously believed was solely for her. She wasn't aware that she'd started crying until her hand flew up to stifle a sob. She must be silent, she must-

"If you're so miserable," Lucius's voice was weary with strain, "leave. Please, leave."

"No!" she replied quickly, gritting her teeth and wiping her eyes fiercely with the back of her hand. "I'm fine!"

"Bella!"

"Cissy!"

Laughing, Bellatrix swept over to her little sister and grasped her hand. "This is the first time you've been over, right? Well, Lucius might have a bigger house, but I'll bet Roddy's got a bigger-"

"Bellatrix, control yourself when we've got company. Although," he smirked at Lucius and kissed his wife. "I probably have."

Lucius rolled his eyes and handed his cloak to an elf. "It's wonderful to be here, Bellatrix," he retorted sarcastically. "Your warmth is touching."

"Hey, Malfoy, I bought a new broom I want to show you- Bella won't hear a word about it, but it's got the most incredible percision handling, and the speed is-"

"Silly boys and their toys," Bellatrix sang, taking Narcissa's arm. "Supper is ready and Evan's waiting-"

"Impatiently! Evan's waiting impatiently!" a warm voice called from the dining room as they approached. "How the hell are you, Malfoy? Hungry? Yeah, me too- these are the worst hosts you'll ever meet-"

"Oh, did you find the poison in your wine then? Damn, so close..." Bellatrix tutted in mock sorrow as she fell gracefully in her seat. "Sit by me, Cissy!" she grinned playfully.

"Where's that bloody elf? Oi," Rodolphus gave it a sharp nudge with his toe when the creature appeared. "Go get Caroline."

They all settled around the large table, chattering brightly. "So," Rodolphus was saying, "the parents are out for the evening, and I say we all get Malfoy drunk and see what he blows up this time!"

"'The parents'? You're such a child," Lucius sneered.

"They're dreadful!" Bella cried. "That's one whole room we haven't had sex in, because of them!"

"What, 'sRoddy having problems in Mummy and Daddy's room?" Evan laughed. "C'mon, you wanna get all of them, Bells? I've got not qualms-" he made as though to rise from his chair and Bella laughed, but her husband scowled.

"I've not got 'problems', ever! I-" he fell quickly silent, but smiled. "Hello, Caroline. Sorry if our yelling disturbed you- sit down, honey. By Narcissa there; do you know Narcissa? Lucius's wife, you've met him... And that brute's Evan," he nodded in Rosier's direction. Caroline nodded and smiled politely at Narcissa as she sat, but when her eyes found Evan's, a delicate flush stained her her olive conplextion. "Hello," she murmured, and Evan's lips curled into a crooked, appreciative grin. He regarded her fragile beauty with frank interest. Her dark eyes widened and dropped to the plate before her.

"I see why you've kept her hidden from me, Rodolphus," Evan purred, leaning into his chair and slinging an arm over its back, not taking his eyes from the youngest Lestrange. Narcissa glanced up to see how her brother-in-law would react.

He was staring at Evan with nothing short of loathing, the muscles of his jaw taut. "Another word, Rosier," he growled, voice constricted with fury, "and you'll never set foot in my home again.

Evan's eyebrows skidded up with surprise, and he turned to his friend with a placating gesture. "Hey, easy, you know I'm only kidding-"

"Enough!" he snarled. Bellatrix, grimacing, placed a hand over her husband's and looked to their confused and alarmed guest.

'Later,' she mouthed.

The rest of the meal, Rodolphus remained essentially silent, stabbing his food with a particular violence if Evan dared to speak to his sister. However, the conversation was pleasant and mild, and Caroline proved to be clever and charming despite her seclusion. Narcissa immediately liked the girl, although Bellatrix, while nothing but polite, seemed vaguely exasperated by her.

After they ate, Rodolphus took Lucius to see the new broom, but Evan elected to stay with the women, excluding Caroline, who excused herself to 'refreshen'.

"What the hell," Rosier whispered hoarsely once he'd settled with a scotch and the two former Blacks, "was that?"

"It's Caroline," Bella rolled her eyes. "Roddy's horribly protective, should have warned you. It wasn't your fault. He never lets her out, never lets people talk to her..."

Narcissa waited, but Bellatrix mentioned nothing of the girl's illness.

"Anyway, Evan, how've you been, really? Now that we're not censored?"

They chatted for a while, but after almost twenty minutes, Rosier stood.

"Where's your loo in this ridiculous place?"

Immediately, Bella opened her mouth, but then paused. "Er... Go upstairs, third door on the left."

"Right, thanks."

As Evan left, he was still not fully satisfied by Bella's explanation. He'd known Rodolphus for a long time, and he'd known he had a sister, but his defensive reaction had been strangely out of character. He felt there was more.

Evan pushed open the door that had been described by Bella, and froze.

It was not a bathroom at all, but a bedroom he found himself in. A room with a large bed on which was sprawled a lithe, dark figure.

"Pardon me," he muttered, meaning to duck out but finding himself unable. Caroline lifted her head from the pillows, and smiled in a dreamy little way that made him thank she'd been napping. He swallowed, imagining how pleasantly warm she would feel...

"Hello," she yawned in a soft tone, indeed husky from sleep. "Why're you in here?"

"Bella must have given me the wrong directions..." Now would be the perfect time to leave. Excuse yourself and leave.

Evan stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "Your brother doesn't let you out much, does he?" he began conversationally.

Caroline shook her head and stretched, not seeming to find anything about his uninvited presence in her bedroom unusual. Evan watched her feminine, graceful movements hungrily.

"No. I love him dearly, but he can be such a bore. Makes life such a drag." She sighed heavily as she rose, pushing open the drapes to allow the orange, red, and pink glow of the sunset to filter in. She kept her hands on the window sill, but glanced over her shoulder to meet Evan's gaze. "I should have graduated Hogwarts last year, but he never let me go. Insisted I have tutors to educate me here."

He walked forwards slowly, as not to frighten her. "That's unreasonable," he said slowly, drawing up behind her. And what... eighteen? Nineteen? She nodded with emphasis.

"Isn't it? Shouldn't be legal, keeping me locked up like this," she pouted, delectably, in Evan's opinion.

"Like Rapunzel," he siad quietly, grasping wildly from the recesses of his memory. A Muggle princess kept captive, with long hair. Carefully, testing her reaction, her swept the back of his hand across her waist-length, sleek black hair. His knuckles brushed down her back, and she gave an almost imperceptible shiver. Evan grinned.

"You've read Muggle books too?" she whispered, turning her face up to his.

"You have?"

She nodded, still gazing up with him with a naive sort of expectancy. "I've read everything. Everything." She twitched her head to the wall behind her which, he realized with a start, was entirely composed of books, from floor to ceiling. "And those are only my favorites. I've got nothing else to do, you see."

"Poor, poor girl," he murmured, lifting the hand that had stroked her hair to cup her face tenderly. "You've been deprived, haven't you?"

"Terribly," she replied, eyes on his lips and head tilted slightly to one side. Any other course of action seeming absurd, he ducked his head to kiss her. Just a little taste, he promised himself, knowing the moment their mouths met that it was no such thing.

If he'd been thinking reasonably, he would have realized that this was his best friend's little sister, and he should not be snogging her enthusiastically in her bedroom. But all he could think of was the way she'd be staring at him, as though she'd wanted from him what he wanted from her, although she didn't fully realize yet what that was. He could tell from her innocent eagerness that she'd never been kissed before, but seemed afraid of doing anything that might make him stop. Uncertainly, she placed her small hands on his chest (he felt she wasn't quite ready for him to return the gesture) and curled her fingers in the fabric of his robes. He dropped the hand that wasn't cradling her cheek to her lower back, drawing her closer as he carefully flicked his tongue against her lips, encouraging them to part. It took her a moment to understand what he wanted, but when she realized and obeyed his intention, she gave a tiny gasp of approval as he skillfully explored within. Caroline wrapped his arms around his neck as he dipped his head to her throat, eyes closed in bliss.

"Evan," she murmured, testing the feel of his name on her lips, and deciding she quite liked it there. "Evan..."

Suddenly, a rapid pounding of footsteps up the staircase caased her to stiffen. "Evan!" she squeaked in alarm. She knew that her brother was the only one in the house that made such noise. Evan lifted his head, eyes hazy with desire.

"Yes?"

She was unable to appreciate the want in his tone, not only because of Rodolphus's rapid approach, but because of the familiar, painful clutching in her heart...

Caroline staggered back, eyelids fluttering as she gasped and pressed a hand to her chest. Evan regarded her with shock- she appeared to be about to pass out.

"Here," he muttered fearfully, "here, left me help you," he took her by the waist and laid her carefully upon her mussed bed, bending over to check her breathing. "Are you alright? Are you-"

The door flew open with a bang, revealing a livid Rodolphus.

"YOU!" he roared, face flushed and fists clenched. "Get out! And don't you dare come back! GO!"

"You don't understand," Evan said quickly, realizing the situation looked far worse than it actually was. His lips were still reddened from kissing, but it hadn't been anything more- but some how, as Rodolphus pulled out his wand, he felt that he wouldn't be given the opportunity to explain.

"Calm down, Rodolphus," Bellatrix warned, dashing in behind him, eyes flashing dangerously. He whriled around, looking frighteningly ready to strike her for a moment. However, he let his hand drop, and crossed the room to his immoblie sister. From the doorway, Narcissa and Lucius watched uncomfortably.

"Fuck," Rodolphus muttered, summoning a vial from what Narcissa assumed to be her bathroom. "Drink this, Caroline," he pleaded softly, lifting her head. "Evan," he continued in a louder tone, "if you're not gone when I turn around, you'll regret it."

"I think you should go," Bellatrix muttered, shooing him out.

"I'm fine," Caroline's voice was a tiny, weak thing, but she sounded angry. "Leave me, Roddy!" The reprimand was scarcely audible. "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're-"

"I'm fine!" she snapped. "Just a bit faint is all."

Lucius took Narcissa's arm and pulled her back gently. "I think it would be better if we went, too."

"Yes," Narcissa agreed, reaching for her wand in preparation to apparate.

"Malfoy, wait a minute," Evan appeared at Lucius's elbow as they ducked into the hallway. "You tell me right now what the fuck is going on; I'm not stupid, I know Rodolphus, and there's something else going on; she's just his little sister, I'm mean i understand he's protective, but this is madness-"

"She dying," Lucius replied bluntly. "And you are stupid, Rosier- you should have bloody well taken the hint and left her alone." Lucius dissapparated with a crack, and Narcissa quickly followed suit.

Lucius hurled his cloak at a elf as he stalked through the foyer and headed wordlessly towards the nursery. He gave the witch watching their son far too much money and told her to leave, checked on Draco briefly, and moved towards his own bedroom. Narcissa trotted after him, unsettled.

"Lucius, are you... alright?"

"I know that it baffles you that I express little interest in spending time with others," he began, and Narcissa nodded in agreement.

"Your sister is petty and selfish. She intentionally gave Evan the wrong directions- Caroline infuriates her, couldn't you see it? She thinks the girl is dull and she hates that Rodolphus's affections might be shared with another, even his own sister. She wants the girl out of the house or dead, anything but her prolonged, needy life.

"Evan is one of the most foolish men I've ever met- never have I once known him to think something through with his head." His lip curled distastefully. "He should have recognized that he needed to stay away from the girl. If if he didn't see that she was obviously fragile, then out of respect for Rodolphus's wishes, at the very least.

"And Rodolphus- not matter what he gives his sister, she is severely deprived- it's nothing short of crimal, the way he keeps her prisoner there. If she wants to risk her health, she should be permitted to. Rodolphus is sorely mistaken if he believes that she will not grow to resent him." He gave Narcissa a wry look. "And these are meant to be my 'friends'."

Narcissa kicked off her shoes, glanced at Lucius, and carefully straightened them. "I did wonder," she confirmed. "At school, you were this... enigma. Everyone wanted to be around you all the time, but you just... ignored them. All of them. Didn't you have any real friends at Hogwarts?" She tossed her pearls onto a vanity she'd chosen as hers, looked at Lucius as he placed his watched neatly in a drawer, and then flipped open her own jewelry box to put the necklace away properly. This could quickly become tedious.

"I had little interest in befriending anyone. Why should I? Those admirers did not admire me; they admired my name and money. They envied my abilities. That does not make for a good relationship."

He moved over to the closet, but did not place anything within- he was already ready to sleep. Instead, he withdrew an unadorned vessel- tall and cylindrical. He closed his eyes and pressed his wand to his temple. Narcissa's eyes widened with curiosity as he removed the memory- probably of the evenings events- and placed the wispy strand into the pensieve.

He climbed into bed beside her and the room darkened with a flick of his wand. Narcissa's eyes remained open as she stared into the blackness.

A pensieve.

Lucius would be working all day tomorrow. I wonder if- No! No, it would be terribly rude to look at someone's memories without permission. A major violation of trust. Completely and entirely out of the question. No. No.

But...

It would be so wonderful to figure out more about her distanat husband! Perhaps if she could understand him, she would even grow to like him some day. If she could understand what made him the way he was... And he would never know...

(A/N: I was getting some questions about Caroline due to my discontinued Bellarix/Rodolphus series, so this chapter focuses on her, as you may have noticed. But I promise, it'll be back to Lucius and Cissy- I suppose you may have guessed what the next chapter will be about. AND another thing- if some of you are frowning about the rather rushed timeline, I am sorry, but Mort needed to fall in love now so other plot devices can fit in before Voldemort falls. Good stuff, I promise, but if things that usually would have taken longer seem brief, I apologize, but I need to get them in before Roddy, Rabastan and Bella end up in prison, and Evan is dead.)