Everything change as Great Britain declared war on Germany.

As everyone gathered around Vastra as she read the evening news, the door bell rang. Fiona was getting up to get the door as Alaya licked the air, "Flora and Louisa are here." Fiona, "Thank you dear, that was wonderful" and kisses Alaya on her cheek.

Fiona returned with the guests.

Louisa beam with pride, "We have good news my friends and sad news. First the good, we have permission and funds to set up women hospitals in France as part of the Women's Hospital Corps. Rumors have circulated that it will be a test towards putting two more women staffed hospitals in London."

Jenny asks, "The sad news?"

"We leave for France within a few days. I am so sorry my friends and our dear Fiona, but this is an opportunity. If France is able to use our women surgeons, why can't England? But I digress. We have news that will affect you Fiona."

Fiona grabs Alaya's arm, "What is it?"

"You name is on the top of the list to assist and possibly perform surgeries here in London."

"What list?"

"The military required us to give all our staff names and qualifications. You were highly recommended."

"I am honored. I will do my bet."

The doorbell rang. Fiona looked to her wife to find out who is at the door. Alaya immediately became shy, due to company. Fiona kissed her on the lips, and teases, "You know they were the first to ever see your tongue. I will be right back."

The discussion returned to the Women's Hospital Corps in France.

Vastra pulling out her maps, "Where will you have the hospitals?"

Flora points to the locations, "Here outside Paris and there in Wimereux. We won't be too far."

Louisa turning to Alaya, "Now for a bit of business. We in need uniforms. Do you have the staff?"

"Yes, what are you thinking?"

The discussion goes into the design, cloth and even costs. It isn't a huge profit, but any profit during wartime is always welcomed. Since most of the men enlisted, Alaya can easily hire more seamstresses. Flora liked the idea of more women working on Savile Row. As they discussed the number of buttons, Alaya turned to ask her wife's opinion, but she has not returned from answering the door. She immediately panicked and ran out the door.

She stopped as she sees her wife sitting on the landing. "Fiona," Talking to her back, "Please come in and join us as we talk fashion."

Fiona nods "no" and holds up a telegram.

Alaya takes it and reads it and has to grab the banister to support her balance.

Fiona starts to cry. Alaya finds her inner strength, scoops Fiona up and holds her close. Fiona wraps her arms around Alaya's neck as they kiss.

Vastra and Jenny come out to the landing, "Is there a problem?"

Without letting Fiona out of her arms, Alaya turns around and flaps the telegram she is holding.

Jenny grabs it and begins to read it, "Fiona Flint-Saint Clair report to Edinburgh War Office by September fourth noon ..." She hands it to Vastra and she cries into Vastra's arms.

Alaya carrying Fiona walks past everyone and takes her up to their bedroom for privacy.

Louisa pulls Flora close, "We need to make a phone call." Flora nods and hugs Louisa close.

Vastra questions, "What can you do?"

Flora responds with anxious eyes, "I have an old friend who lives in Glasgow and Edinburgh. She has somewhat of a powerful personality and connections."

Jenny offers a suggestion, "We have a dear family friend that moved to Glasgow after Alaya turned into her teen years. I suppose we could ..."

Vastra shaking her head no, "I do not think that is wise. Fiona would not understand our Turkish friend. Flora and Louisa you may use the phone in the drawing-room. She has medical school and obligations. This is madness."

"What are we going to do? Our family is being torn apart." Jenny goes into the kitchen to make tea.

Vastra follows and pulls her wife close.

Jenny can feel Vastra's heart beating fast with anxiety.

Louisa slams down the phone, "That damn woman. She can't do this!"

Vastra and Jenny with haste return to the drawing-room, "Do you have information?"

Flora holds Louisa close, "I used to be in a relationship with someone in Scotland. She is controlling and quite demanding." Fiona goes into details of her ex-lover and what has transpired over the past few weeks.

There is no solution. Their Scottish citizen must report to the Scottish war office.

Alaya and Fiona lay on the bed. Fiona is full of tears while trying to kiss her wife. "I don't want to go. Can't we just leave? We can go to an island somewhere and live out our lives?"

Alaya, "It seems there isn't a safe place to hide, my dear. The whole world is at war, we do not have anywhere to go, means of income ... it is not time yet for us to leave 'our London'. You need to finish your education."

Fiona, "At what cost? The price is too high." she dives into her wife's chest and cries.

Alaya holds her tight.

Fiona finally falls asleep of exhaustion around midnight. It is not a calm sleep as she has a nightmare after nightmare, each time Alaya wakes, kisses her and comforts her wife back to sleep.