Wyatt hadn't felt happier in years. He was finally close to the Magic Railway. Cregwir Yard was the exact location. All he needed to figure out now was where exactly the entrance was. He began wandering around the yard, looking for anything suspicious. However, there was nothing that could be considered out of place.

When Whiff pulled into the station, Wyatt immediately hid behind some crates. Eventually, the yards started to become busier. Wyatt decided to try and leave the yard before he got caught. Doing so proved difficult with workmen always walking around. Undeterred, the ex-Navyman subdued many of these as he slowly made his way out of the yard, looting their bodies as he did so.

He remembered how something had glowed, the glow nearly gone by the time he arrived. It meant the guardian could control who entered. That could be an impediment. What he needed was to find somebody who was approved for entry, or whatever the term was, and travel on them. Without them knowing most preferably. Going back now, however, was clearly suicide. He would have to return later.

For now, he went back to that pub where he first played Liar's Dice. He smirked, he was getting closer.

"What shall I do with all that power? Obviously, I'll use it to get revenge on the Navy for their betrayal, but after that…so many choices. Maybe end all sentients? Even better: make all the people of the world bow to me. God, I feel like I'm going crazy, but…it will all be worth it when I have the power!"

He didn't know that someone else had already gotten all the power, but already had a plan in case his first plan was thwarted. He'd destroy the magic railway, whatever the cost.

Hours passed at the pub, for him, time seemed to slow down. To pay for his drinks, Wyatt decided to get a job in Cregwir, but since he was an escaped convict, this would be nearly impossible. Thus, he had resorted to robbing places. Who cared? The law would soon have no power over him.

His German friends betrayed him. His home country had betrayed him. There was nothing left now. He'd destroy everything. Yes…

Wyatt collapsed from alcohol overdose and fatigue. He woke up inside a room. A hospital room. He cursed, trying to stand up.

"Yes, he's here. No, he won't escape."

Wyatt felt this voice sounded familiar. He couldn't help but feel something holding him to the bed. Something…toothy. He looked behind, and much to his horror, a shark was chomping on his arm.

"SHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!" he screamed, and he began punching it on the snout. Yelling "Shark!" again and again, he kept punching, but the shark refused to let go.

"Wyatt! Wyatt! Wake up!"

Wyatt opened his eyes. He was still in the bed and surrounded by people. One of which had a black eye.

"What the hell happened? I swear I saw a shark!"

"You were dreaming," said one of the people. "Sharks live in the ocean, not in hospitals."

Embarrassed, Wyatt tried to sit up. There was a pain in his intestine, which made him lie back down, groaning as he did so.

"Don't move. Your liver isn't in a good state," said a nurse.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with my liver?"

"Your habits of taking ten drinks each night have poisoned you. Ten months. That's if you stay sober."

Wyatt lay there, contemplating everything he heard.

"Can anything be done? Or rather… How will you fix me?"

"The only cure is not to take any alcohol. And even then, the damage to your liver can only be undone with a transplant," said the nurse. "It'd be two hundred pounds, and you'd still have to wait until a suitable donor can be found."

Wyatt was devastated. His hopes for the future were closing on him. There was no way he could afford a transplant, and he had nobody willing to donate for him. He felt like crying, and wasn't sure if he shouldn't.

There was one thing only to do now. If he was going down, he'd take everything with him. He couldn't do it now, though: too many people were watching. His only option was to wait until he was alone, then sneak out of the hospital.

Unknown to him, a golden orb stood out his room. She knew what to do: warn Thomas and Conan. It was time to see if the newest pair she'd chosen to help her would be up to the task. Sadly, this wasn't the last time her home would be in danger, and she knew it.

Night came. Wyatt sneaked out of the hospital, while Lady finally explained everything to Thomas and Conan, this time materialising herself in her orb form in front of them.

"You see, it's not only my lack of power that I cannot intervene in the mortal world. There are laws in place forbidding us from doing that all the time: too much intervening, and people will grow too dependent."

"This is why I'm Christian," muttered Conan.

"Save it, Conan," said Lady. "You belong to me now."

"Belong to you? I have a wife you know!" Conan snapped. Lady immediately realised the implications of what she had said.

"Uh, well…I didn't mean…"

"Save it," snorted Thomas. "What you actually meant won't change a thing. Now what do we need to do to help?"

"Come back to Cregwir, that's where he is," Lady told them. "I can't stay anymore, but you two need to hurry."

Conan made a phone call to Jewelie, only for somebody else to pick up the phone.

"Hullo? Is this Mr. Owens?"

"Yes, may I ask who this is?" asked Conan.

"This is the doctor. Your wife has gone into labour."

Conan dropped the phone when he heard this. NOW there was a dilemma.

"Hey Conan, shouldn't we get going to Cregwir?" asked Thomas.

"I…I…I can't: Jewelie's gone into labour!"

"Yes, I know she's a hard worker," said Thomas, "but that doesn't…"

"Not that labour!" snorted TKE #3. "He's referring to something else!"

"What other labour is there?" asked Thomas. Conan sighed.

"This labour is, well…Jewelie's giving birth."

Thomas paled.

"Giving birth?! NOW?! But we can't make her mad again!"

"I can't abandon Jewelie either!" Conan panicked. "Let her be damned, I have to be with Jewelie!"

"You know what? I agree," said Thomas stubbornly. "Nobody deserves to be abandoned just because a goddess is in danger."

Thunder cracked menacingly. Conan ignored it and ran into his house. There, he found the doctor standing next to his bed. Jewelie was lying in it, and groaned in pain.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, YOU BASTARD!? I NEED…URGH…YOUR HELP HERE!"

Conan grabbed her hand.

"Don't worry, Ms Owens. It's gonna take around two hours before the baby's out," said the Doctor. "Now come on, push!"

It felt like ten hours, Jewelie cursing every time she stopped to take a breath between her contractions. At last…

"It's a boy!" the doctor declared, revealing a beautiful male baby crying in his hands.

"Hi, little one," said Jewelie. "Give him to me, doctor."

The doctor did so, and Jewelie smiled at her newborn son.

Conan began crying. He felt the joy one can only feel once.

"Jewels…he's great! I love you both. I… don't know what to say."

"You could thank me. That hurt."

Conan kissed her, unheeding the thunder above.

"At least it's over now, Jewels," reassured Conan. "And boy, was it worth it for our son."

Hours later, once they'd gone to sleep, Conan and Jewelie would find themselves on a familiar location.

"You didn't heed my call, Conan."

Conan began to speak, but Jewelie did so first.

"Shut up, bitch!"

"What… DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!"

"I called you a bitch!" Jewelie snapped. "What right have you to call my husband out for sticking by me when I was giving birth, huh?!"

"If Wyatt had the tools he needed to break the buffers, we wouldn't be talking right now!"

"You can't ask my husband to abandon me!" Jewelie scolded. "Our family is the most important thing to us, more so than saving your Magic Railway. I don't care how you immortal jerks feel: this is the culmination of our dreams. Of course, love is alien to you."

"It isn't!" Lady snapped.

"If that were true, you wouldn't be scolding Conan for being there when I needed him!" Jewelie shouted. Lady found herself at a loss for words.

"And, so you know, I'm not afraid of you."

Lady tried one final thing.

"It would be a shame if your son was hurt…" All that got was a brick thrown to her head.

"You threaten to hurt my son again, I'll do worse than a brick!" shouted Jewelie. Lady realised she'd made the mistake of threatening a son in front of his mother. With no choice, Lady steamed away. Perhaps things could wait a little longer…

As the couple sank back onto sleep, Conan had one final thing to tell Jewelie.

"What about Stuart?"

"Stuart?"

"For his name," Conan replied.