Fiona sees Miss Shaw and Miss Gardner immediately as she enters the main waiting room.

"Attendere Medico Saint- Claire Ho bisogno di parlare con te !"

Fiona turns to the voice and she sees Doctor Viscardi administrator with his assistant. "My friends are here to take me home. Thank you for your kindness."

His assistant translates, "I miei amici sono qui per portarmi a casa . Grazie per la vostra gentilezza."

"Lo so, sei stato molto utile . Si prega di tornare di nuovo. Se hai bisogno di un lavoro . Inoltre , qui è il pagamento per i vostri servizi." Doctor Viscardi hands an enevelope to Fiona.

"I humbly accept, only because my journey home will be difficult. I will write when I have arrived home safely. Please be safe and good luck." Fiona waits for the assistant translates.

"Chiamerò il vostro ospedale e far loro sapere che avrete lasciato con i tuoi amici. Essere sicuro e spero di arrivare a casa con piccola sfida."

Fiona waits for the translation. She nods and offers her hand in friendship.

She walks towards Miss Shaw and Miss Gardner who are now standing ready to leave. "Shall we go home?"

As the trio walk out the door Fiona asks, "Which way do we head home?"

"We can't go home the direct route. North is becoming a terrible state of affairs."

Miss Gardner pulls out her small map. "We should go west and then find a way north. We are going by our wits."

"We should get rest, take inventory and plan together." Miss Shaw adds as she hails a taxi, "We had a stressful time these past few days."

All three women get into taxi. Miss Shaw tells the driver, "Si prega di alloggio."

Miss Gardner smiles to a shocked Fiona, "I know. She is amazing."

In less than fifteen minutes the three women are in a hotel room with two double beds.

"Doctor Flint-Saint Clair, we need to take inventory of everything we have." Miss Gardner commands.

"Miss Gardner I think that is prudent. Shall we lay everything out on the beds?"

"Please call me," She looks to her Tori who offers an approving smile, "Allie. Please call Miss Shaw Tori."

"Allie and Tori. I like that." She watches as both women look a little flushed. "Shall we?"

All three women lay out all their items and food on the floor.

Allie laughs looking at all their things, "I shall be glad when I change into something new. This skirt has kept me company long enough. We shall divide everything tomorrow morning. Tonight we should eat, take baths and get a good night sleep."

Everyone agrees.

Tori goes to the in-line phone. "Is there anything specific you would like to eat. This could be our last meal for a very long time."

"I would love something other than broth." Fiona quickly remarks, "After weeks of hospital soup I want my teeth to feel useful again."

"Anything that would give me sustaining power. I trust you."

"Allie, what desert should we try?"

Allie runs over to the pile on the floor and picks up her black journal. She pages through, "Tear-a-mesue"

Tori smiles and picks up the in-line receiver, "Servizio in camera prega. Sì, il servizio in camera? Questa è la stanza 203. Siamo lieti di ordinare la cena. Sarebbe tre cene bistecca con verdure, contorno scelta, due bottiglie di vino rosso e tre porzioni di tiramisù. Grazie." She puts down the receiver and looks to her companions, "We shall eat well tonight."

"Now, let's look at our map." Allie lays it out on the table for all three, "We should not go the same way we came. Coming down here the train was controlled by the Germans. We needs to go west. According to the newspapers the eastern coast is constant under threat of war. Coming down there were empty trains heading north." Allie discusses the option, but each one starts out in Naples. "So do you agree?"

Tori and Fiona nod.

"I can't tell you wonderful it is to have faces from home."

"I am sorry your Alaya isn't here."

"I am not, Alaya or Mother Vastra would have added more stress to an already tense situation. I am glad you both came, truly." Fiona looks to them with honest eyes of friendship. "My mother has always liked the two of you. Alaya has done her best to keep me updated. Tori, I am glad you became brave."

"Me, too." Allie pulling her Tori close.

After a hearty meal, two bottles of wine the three head to bed.

Fiona and Tori wake up to see Allie sitting at the table evaluating the map. The both go to the table. Tori touches her shoulder, "Allie, what are you looking at?"

"We are out of options."

"What?" Fiona asks.

Allie hands the paper to Tori, "I was told that northern Italy is off limits. There are battles. We have to go west, over the water."

Tori reads the paper.

"Well then we walk and hop on a boat. Does it really matter, as long as we keep moving?" Fiona offers her confidence.

"Yes, I am afraid Allie is correct. The war in Northern Italy is intense. We would have to maintain course alone the coast, into souther France before we start heading north again."

"Hugging the coast?" Allie asks.

"Yes it seems the battles are along the east coast and inland. If we go home along the western coast," As she using her finger to drag along the coast on the map, "We then can go home south of France."

"There are no trains along the way. We would have to walk."

Fiona stands a little taller, "Then we walk."

Allie takes a deep breath, "If we don't sleep and walk straight to London it would take 25 days."

"Oh." Fiona sits down at the edge of the bed.

"How much money do we have?"

Allie opens the black wallet and journal, "We have three-thousand pounds. We did not spend one-tenth coming down."

Fiona opens the envelope she received from the Hospital. "How much do we have now?"

Tori counts the money, "It is about two-hundred pounds. More than enough. I know how we will get home," Tori slams down the paper and points to an advertisement, "We take this home."

Fiona stands up, looks where Tori is pointing, and smiles.

Allie looks at the advertisement and stands excited, "We have to manage our money differently." She looks to Tori and Fiona, "We will have to keep warm, allocate funds for upkeep ... we can do this!" She hugs her Tori and kisses her on the lips. She immediately steps back, "I am sorry. Please forgive me for my forwardness."

Fiona smiles and laughs, "I would do the same, but I am a married woman."

They pack their belongings, pay the hotel bill and grab a taxi. Tori instructs the driver, "Vi preghiamo di prendere al rivenditore di automobili più vicino."

Within a few hours, after giving instructions to Miss Gardner, the women are on the road in a Fiat Zero with three extra gas tanks, two extra wheels, and a bottle of wine heading home.