Hello everybody! I am terribly sorry that I did not update this story yesterday! I hope you still enjoy this (slightly delayed) chapter. For those of you who have not read the books, I might need to explain that Miss P has the ability to manipulate the minds of normal people or erase their memories.

Instead of giving an answer Miss P hopped off Millard's lap and stumbled over the uneven sand to a small bag that lay there. In this bag where her possessions. Normally she would not have liked her children snooping around her closet but given the circumstances it was better than ending up naked in the end. Probably there were less than even half the things in there that she would have packed for herself. But as long as clothing was in there, she would be satisfied. With her beak she pulled open the bag and looked inside. There it was, one of her favorite dresses. Quickly but carefully she pulled the dress out.

"Miss P, can you-" Millard breathed in a mixture of relieve and surprise.

Miss P hopped into her dress. Slowly she started to fill the dress and it took only a couple of seconds before the bird had turned into a heavily breathing woman. Her face was very pale. Even her lips were unbelievably white. She gulped heavily. She was crouched over and was shaking slightly. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath to stop her vision from spinning.

"Miss P!" Millard yelled and stormed towards her. In his hurry he threw Miss P off her feet. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed himself as closely against her as he could.

"Oh" Miss Peregrine breathed in surprise. She was not used to this kind of behavior from her children towards her. She blinked a couple of times to get rid of the black spots at the edge of her vision. As much as she loved having her boy close, the wounds on her body were far from healed and transforming back into a human had taken a lot of energy. She placed her hand on the back of Millard's head and placed a kiss on top of his head. It was only then that she realized that he was sobbing heavily into her shoulder.

"Shh, my boy, don't cry. I promise now everything is going to be okay." Miss Peregrine said. With her other hand she rubbed soothing circled on Millard's back.

"B-but our house…and the others…gone. I want them back" Millard sopped. Miss Peregrine blinked away some tears before answering.

"Honey, I promise that we will get them back and then we will find a new home where we are not living in the constant danger of a bomb dropping on us" Miss Peregrine answered. "I would never give up on my children. Also we have to find out what kept Miss Avocet from saving us. It must have been a dire reason. She would never let us down without a proper reason."

Millard nodded. "They are probably gone right now already. What are we going to do?"

Miss Peregrine thought about it for a second. She didn't dare to turn back to her bird form to fly back to the mainland because she was too weak and she also didn't want to leave her child alone again.

"We will take the next ferry." Miss Peregrine explained. "The ship leaves in two hours. When we arrive at the mainland we will go looking for them and we will find them, I promise"

Millard nodded. Slowly the two scrambled to their feet.

"Miss P?" Miss Peregrine looked at her child questionably. "I think it would be best if the townsfolk do not recognize you. They think you are dead, maybe it is best if it stays that way."

Miss Peregrine nodded in agreement. "We do not have many ways of concealing your identity. But maybe this scarf will do" Millard said and pulled a dark scarf out of the bag that was big enough to conceal her hair and her shoulders.

"That will have to do" The bird said and added a little mischievously "and if someone was to ask too many question I might have to take my peculiarity into action"

Of course Miss P couldn't see it but Millard was grinning widely. Now everything would be fine. Miss Peregrine was back and she would save the day.

Together they made their to the town. Millard had undressed again and was now completely invisible to the people around them. He was holding onto Miss Peregrine's hand tightly. A dangerous situation was when Miss P bought her ticket for the ferry. But Miss Peregrine would not be Miss Peregrine if she couldn't handle such a situation with ease. Soon the two were boarding the ferry. They would get the other children back!