"But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,

For I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,

Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so.

The tip of the sun had just crested the horizon of chimneys and rooftops when the car pulled to a stop in front of a line of brick homes, giving the red and white front a softened and eerie glow. Molly stepped out of the car, Poppy sleeping in her arms, and gazed at the house before her thoughtfully. It was slightly larger than the rest, grander and more old-fashioned, but looked unkempt and slightly abandoned.

Jim shut the drivers door softly, his eyes on his sleeping daughter. He wrapped his coat tighter around his shoulders and forced himself to look up at the unlit windows and ice-crusted garden of the structure before him.

"My grandparent's house," he said quietly. "They left it to me when they died."

Molly nodded, though she knew he wasn't looking at her. He had eyes only for the house. He cleared his throat, then lead Molly to the front door.

Though the rooms and halls were mostly empty aside from a few tables and chairs covered in sheets, Molly was charmed by the house. Jim stood just behind her as she surveyed the rooms, keeping his thoughts to himself, waiting for her to arrive at some conclusion.

"I like it," she said finally. Jim shifted his weight uncomfortably.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Molly closed her eyes and pictured it: Poppy running through the halls, sunlight through the windows, everything she wanted. "It's perfect."

Jim smiled with relief. Molly leaned closer to him, and he kissed her cheek softly. "There's a hospital nearby, and some good schools. It's a nice neighborhood." He cleared his throat again and his voice deepened. "They won't find us here. I've made sure."

"What about you?" Molly asked. "What are you going to do?"

"I'll have plenty to do, don't worry about me." He reached for Poppy and slipped the sleeping child into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and Molly smiled. "Are you happy?" Jim whispered.

"Yes," Molly grinned. "I'm happy."

Jim smiled, unable to contain his own joy. "Welcome to Dublin, Molly."

Poppy stirred and opened her eyes. Jim brushed back her hair and tapped her nose. "You too, Poppy."