The next day Alaya, Jenny and Vastra were woken up by two different tapping sounds.

Everybody emerges from their bedrooms and look down into the foyer.

Fiona taps a hang tag to the box, measure the box, writing notes in a small notebook, returns to her desk to type information and repeats the process to the next box.

They watch until Alaya coughs.

Fiona looks up, "Good morning," as she picks up her cup and takes a sip. "I wanted to get organized. The work I am doing is best completed without supervision."

Jenny, "We will be down momentarily" as Vastra follows her back into the bedroom both with smiles on their faces. Vastra whispers to Jenny, "This is a good idea. I am sorry I doubted you. You mammals amaze me."

Jenny whispers back, "Human dear."

In less than five minutes Alaya is down by Fiona's side. "How did you sleep? Why didn't you come and wake me."

"I slept well, I have been up hours, already put in an hour studying. Are you hungry?" Fiona puts down her tools, grabs Alaya's hand and both go into the kitchen. Together they make both Silurian and Scottish breakfasts. The conversation between the suitors is borderline casual and intimate. No teasing, no stolen looks but the atmosphere is a gentle happiness.

Soon all residents of 13 Paternoster Row eating breakfast, reading newspapers and discussing current events. After breakfast Vastra turns to Fiona, "Please show us what organizational tactics your skills thrusts upon us."

Fiona shows the different forms she has created. A checklist, inventory sheets and other useful items. "I am currently assigning each box a number and a manila envelope. I will type everything in duplicate, with carbon paper. The top sheet goes into the assigned manila envelope with the box number noted and the other will go directly into the binder. This should help us be organized and I hope pleases you."

Vastra responds, "Amazing job little one," with a smile. "Fiona, you have done well. It is most appreciated. I am pleased as so will our clients."

They could not lose anything. Everyone is accountable. Nobody came in or out 13 Paternoster Row, except the necessary delivery of food coming in the kitchen back door and of course Louisa.

Alaya and Fiona spent the morning the tagging of boxes together. Moments before inventory of the boxes begin the doorbell rings. Alaya guides Louisa through the maze of boxes to the stairs and shows her Fiona's makeshift office.

Louisa points to the now crowded foyer and Fiona's office area, "This looks rather impressive. We will talk about this later."

Alaya goes back to the boxes while Louisa starts to work her way up to the third floor.

Fiona spoke softly, "Louisa, may I ask permission?"

"You may ask, but please don't be in suspense for the response."

"I request Alaya into our sessions, as a bystander of course."

Alaya pops her head from behind a stack of boxes with a shocked expression. Louisa's back is to Alaya, but not Fiona's. Fiona makes every attempt to not smile at the Alaya's gawking expression.

"Have you thought this through? Have you asked Alaya?"

"Yes I have. I want to share things with Alaya but after our sessions I am emotionally drained. The last thing on my mind is to disclose or recap information. No, I have not asked Alaya but I wanted to check with you before I take any action."

"She may, but let us speak to her first."

Fiona watches Alaya come from around the boxes.

Louisa asks, "Alaya would you join us for our sessions?"

"You know that you can't say anything to hurt me. If you feel that my presence will hinder progress, please refuse permission."

Louisa cups Alaya's face for a moment, "I will not deny ... although there are rules." Alaya nods. "You are there to listen, not judge, correct or interject. You are a piece of furniture, no emotions, no clasping of hands, no facial expressions and certainly no physical contact. This is about Fiona." Louisa looks deeper into Alaya's eyes, "This is not Fiona's first time for this request. Her public request did not manipulate the outcome. I believe it was for your benefit." Louisa turns to Fiona, "Are you ready for this?"

"Yes. As far as consequences, if they become too great I will escort Alaya out myself."

"Let's change the room. Shall we?" turning to Vastra near the doorway, "My dear friends do you have any alternative space for our session?"

Jenny quickly offers the library, Fiona leads the way.

Alaya sits in a club chair in the corner nearest to the door.

Louisa is sitting casual on the lounge with a notebook and pencil.

Fiona pulls a club chair and aligns it up to face Louisa, keeping her back to Alaya.

The session begins with casual conversation, almost nothing of significant for a few minutes. Alaya is shocked at the nonchalant discussion.

Louisa sits back flips back a page or two and then asks Fiona, "When you woke up today did you want to leave?"

"Yes."

"How far did you get this time?"

"I had on my coat, my hat on the first door knob but then I couldn't leave."

Alaya thinking to herself, 'Oh god she attempts to leave? When? Please don't leave Fiona."

"Why did you stop?"

"Because of everyone's sacrifice."

"Obligation is not a reason to stay."

"I know. I am not scared about the Weeping Angels, the past, the future. I want my life to belong to me. If I walk out the door and keep walking, it will be me and my wits. There is something appealing about that life. No obligations, no expectation being a simple wanderer."

"It is your choice to stay. No one is holding you here."

Fiona stands up, "Where am I supposed to go? Home? My mother would bring me right back and it would endanger everyone. I have no means of income."

"Why do you assume that if you leave this home and live by your wits everyone, including yourself, will be better off? It will create negative emotions for those all ready in your life."

"I leave now and It will be only temporary. When I am better, I can return."

Louisa smiles, "I don't have time on my schedule to keep up everyone's mental health. I have a life and other responsibilities. Besides do you honestly believe that your mother will only temporarily worry? She will go to bed every night crying, worrying, scared and more lost than she ever was. Currently, your mother knows you are safe, she misses seeing you daily, but she is not scared or worried. She knows you are not alone. If you leave, your actions will create a terrible ripple effect."

Fiona looking down at the floor, "I miss her too. You are correct." Fiona springs back up after processing Louisa's words, "What kind of a ripple effect?"

"If you leave everyone will worry. What if you are gone for a year, five, ten what do you think those who care for you will do during that time?"

"They will heal and live their lives. Alaya can find someone new. She deserves happiness."

Alaya is suffocating inside.

"There is not one thread of truth in those words. You mother will never be the same, Alaya will never be the same and in turn Vastra and Jenny will have their world turned upside down. Do you honestly think anyone will care Alaya as much as you do? Why would you cheat her out of even a little happiness? Why would you leave your mother stranded to live her life even for one year with a broken heart? Do you honestly believe that your actions will have no effect on anyone?"

Fiona is quiet.

"Fiona you have three burdens. What are they?"

Fiona using her fingers to count each one, "The examinations and my studies. Knowledge of future events. Staying here and healing."

"I want to add one more burden to your life."

Fiona stands up waving her hands at imaginary flies, "No more! Not another one!"

"You already are carrying the burden, you have to accept the fact you are accountable."

Fiona raising her voice louder, "Accountable to whom?"

Louisa calmly standing and looking down at Fiona's small form, "The very instant April and Ian knew of your existence you have become something more than yourself. You have become part of the family, somewhat rearranged, but a family nevertheless."

Fiona looking up at Louisa with stern eyes, "I didn't ask to be born."

Louisa giving an exhausted and dismissive eye to Fiona, "Too bad. If you are going to start sounding like a spoiled child, I shall leave immediately. We are equals. If you decide to act and sound like a child instead focusing your attention towards our mutual goal of your mental health, I shall referral you off a child psychologist."

Louisa keeps eye contact with Fiona, holds her ground.

Fiona softly, "I am sorry. That was childish. Please ignore that last outburst."

Louisa satisfied, "Of course, shall I continue?"

Fiona and Louisa both sit back down. Fiona nods.

"So this burden you have to acknowledge is you are part of the family. Families are responsible towards each other. You are responsible to your mother as she is to you. You are courting Alaya and over time you both will be family. You will be responsible to each other. True?"

"True."

Fiona and Louisa sit in silence for a moment.

"So how are your studies going?"

"I am a little frustrated. I wish I could be in a normal class to listen, have discussions, ask questions and even discuss a few things."

"This household if filled with smart women and an old Silurian, who enjoys a good debate. Why not ask them?"

"I don't know."

"You have to ask, don't decide for them. Give them a chance to come with their own response, not one that is conjecture in your mind."

Alaya knows Fiona can talk herself out of anything by her imagination alone.

"You are correct."

"Anything else? It looks like an organized chaos downstairs."

"We are researching possible fraud."

"We?"

Fiona smiling, "Yes, I am using my skills for the family business."

"Fraud?"

Fiona whispering, "The Titanic"

"Oh, I see. How do you feel about that."

"My skills will be an asset. I have to focus on the my assigned tasks. I am looking forward to the challenge."

"Your hair is getting longer Samson-girl. How do you feel about all those names you will have to read, research and learn about their demise?"

Fiona looking directly into Louisa's eyes, "I am sad for them. I mourned for them. There is nothing I can offer nor any action I can take will make a difference."

"Knowledge was ... " looking through her notes, "Ah yes. Your greatest passion in life is knowledge. How does it feel to know?"

"It is now distressful. I feel small and weak."

"You can study every book on the planet, learn from great scientists and try every chemical formula you can't stop death. Does that make you weak? Does that mean you are small?"

"No. It means we have not exposed humankind secrets, yet."

"But does that mean knowledge is bad or good?"

"It is a curse."

"A curse because?"

"A doctor can study for years and years but can't stop death."

Fiona stands and raises her voice, "That is different from knowing events and points of the future! We can stop events, keep from those people dying in the cold waters."

"Stopping the Titanic would have not stopped death. It would have put death at bay, nothing more."

Fiona standing and now pacing, "It is different. The Titanic deaths are meaningless deaths."

"All death is meaningless."

Fiona stops stands still and reflects on what left Louisa's lips. She walks back to her seat and pulls her legs up and starts to cry.

Louisa gives her a few moments, "Being a doctor is a curse and blessing. We see life at infancy and its conclusion. There is no solution. The only truth is we are powerless, we can't turn back time because time will go forward again. Death is there always, patient and waiting."

Fiona looks up begging, "Where is the blessing?"

"Everything. Anxiety, being scared, falling, feel lost, pride in one's work, being inspired, having hope and love. Being loved, loving back and all the muck between. Life. It is a blessing to live. It is a blessing to feel. No life is perfect. But let me tell you something Fiona Saint Clair this is a small speck of time monopolizing your life will pass. Your future is not set, it is not laid out. You are in control of your own future."

Fiona is quiet and remained curled up in the chair.

"I think that is enough for today. I shall see myself out."

Louisa takes her pad and pencil and walks out of the library.

Alaya doesn't know what to do. Her heart is breaking, her soul is crying. To have Fiona feel all those things 'what do I do'.

Alaya sits and waits what seems thirty minutes.

Fiona unbinds her legs, puts the club chair back into its original spot. She sees Alaya watching. "I forgot you were there. It gets pretty intense. I was childish."

Alaya standing, "Please, you have no excuse. There is a process. Louisa is a good friend and physician."

"Yes. Do you have any questions?"

"Do you really want to leave?"

"Once time I made it all the way to the outside door."

"I am glad you came back."

Fiona puts her hand out. Alaya grabs it immediately. Fiona looks into Alaya's eyes and begs, "Not now. Let's get back to work."

They head back down and tackle their assigned tasks in the family business.

Together.