She exits the Fenny Stratford station and walks an almost darkened high street. She reads her notes again 'towards River Ouzel before the bridge is Coventry House on the right'. As the sun sets window curtains are systematically shut as she walks, if she was without her human form she would be quite paranoid. She giggles to herself as she realizes if they knew how little she was actually wearing; the Bobbie walking the beat would have her arrested for indecency.

Her pace is quicken as it is getting darker, too dark. Too many problems happen in the blackouts by pure stupidity. Odea detests the blackouts; the most annoying aspects of the war; too many deaths caused by night driving and it is the perfect cover for criminal activities. Luckily the Silurian eyesight is not affected by darkness.

She opens the darken door and finds more darkness. But this time music is louder pulls back the second black curtain to light. She stops in her tracks and takes in the scene. She looks around and to find those eyes. Without hesitation, she drops her bags and opens her arms to Jennifer.

"Welcome to Coventry House," Jennifer whispers into her friend's ear. "I am so pleased to see you."

Odea makes a sound in her throat, "I am so glad to see you."

They hug in an embrace long enough to draw attention from the patrons.

Molly jokes to the patrons, "You think you have never seen a reunion. We all understand the sentiment of war and family."

Many nods and a few "ayes" are heard as the patrons return to their activities.

Jennifer unlocks her embrace and steps back to look over Odea, "I have seen you better."

Molly pushes Jennifer aside and embraces Odea, "Welcome to Coventry House, our home."

A woman running comes out of the residence, pushes past Molly, Jennifer and Odea as she exits Coventry House.

The patrons all become quiet.

Soon a roar of an engine followed by tires screeching and then all the patrons listen to doppler effect as she drives away.

Ms. Portendorfer looks to her watch, examines the clipboard and tells Molly and Jennifer, "Ticket 25."

Jennifer looks to the patrons, "Who has ticket 25?"

A thin man stands up from his game of chess and waves the ticket in his hand. "That would be me."

Jennifer grabs a bag from behind the counter. She walks over to the standing thin man, "George I am so happy for you."

George hands her this ticket and reaches inside the bag. He pulls out a folded piece of paper and reads it out loud, "A free cup of coffee and danish." He waves the paper for all to see.

Patrons applause gleefully.

George smiles and tucks his coupon into his front breast pocket, "I shall use this when my next double shift. I am grateful." He smiles and returns to his game of chess, "I hope my luck will continue."

Jennifer smiles and looks to the partons, "Those who want to wager on Isabella's lateness tomorrow please purchase a ticket with Mr. Perkins or Ms. Portendorfer deadline is the usual, two hours before her shift. Good luck."

Jennifer returns to Odea links arms, "Ms. Portendorfer you are in charge."

Ms. Portendorfer smiles up from the small queue forming to make bets on Mrs. Isabella Conard's tardiness, "Yes. Have a good evening."

Molly, Jennifer and Odea catch up for a few hours.

Molly stands up and clears tea, "I am sorry. I must get some sleep before our shift."

Jennifer stands up in solidarity, "Odea you can do as you please. We must sleep."

Odea smiles, "If I need to sleep where do I lay my head?"

"You will be in my room," Jennifer opens the door to her room. "I have a second bed for you."

Odea walks into the room and notices the bed is leaning against the outside wall next to an open window. "Aren't you going to be cold?"

Jennifer holds up an electric blanket.

"Is that from Trinity?" Odea holds it close and can taste youthful Silurians. "How did you get it to work on such old current?"

"I did a bit of rewiring," Molly stands in the closet doorway. "It was quite interesting. I failed a few times." She enters the room and points to the multiple electrical taped sections.

"It caused us to replace so many fuses we needed to buy a case," Jennifer smiles and continues, "Luckily Molly figured it out before we went broke."

"It was not that bad." Molly rolls her eyes and says, "Good night. See you later this evening."

"I will be on your schedules." Odea quickly prepares her bed, "I came to spend time with you both."

"Good Luck," Molly quickly adds, "I am glad you are here."

"Good night." Jennifer goes over and kisses Molly on the cheek.

Molly closes her closet door and Jennifer does the same.

"I truly must go to bed," Jennifer strips off her clothing, plugs in the electric blanket, puts on a wool hat and climbs into bed.

Molly does the same - minus the wool hat and electric blanket.

Spring 1947
Washford, Watchet, UK
White Horse Inn

"I am so glad you are here." As Fiona leaps into Alaya with a huge hug.

Alaya looks at her wife's bloodshot eyes and quickly notices Kate in the chair against the wall curled up.

Vastra heads to the desk and looks over the notes.

Kate looks up at Alaya, "News?"

"I found the scent of our Kay." Alaya pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to Kate. "Here is the vehicle information."

Kay leaps up and looks over Vastra's shoulder, "There." Kate points to the entry and with a disappointed voice, "The individual was one of the few fully cloaked. Except," Kate turns up to Vastra, "Although, we know that the person wore, we assume, tacky boots. They made a clicking sound on the rocks."

"Noted." Vastra continues to read the notes?

Kate copies Alaya's information to her own notes and hands it back Alaya.

Alaya nods and heads to the door, "I shall be back. I am going to the kiosk. The sooner Scotland Yard are able to research this address the sooner we get back to our lives."

"Not yet." Fiona stops her wife before turning the doorknob, "Did you all see Mrs. Fry?"

Everyone nods.

Alaya reads her notes out loud to the small audience. After she closes the notebook, "I will to tell Scotland Yard and update them on information."

Fiona doesn't hesitate, "I shall come with you. I need you to be close."

Alaya smiles and grabs her wife as they exit the room.

Jenny looks to Kate, "Are you alright?"

Kate sits down on the edge of the bed and shakes her head no.

Vastra pulls her wife up and places her next to Kate, "I am not very good at comforting people."

Kate looks up to Vastra, "I understand. I just don't know how I am supposed to work for that woman or Fry house for that matter. I am sickened."

Jenny rubs Kate's back.

"I believe Fry House will need you more than ever." Vasta sits back in the seat Jenny was lounging; Vastra enjoys the body heat that remained. "I suspect that your employer will be replaced by decision of the board."

Kate nods in agreement, "I suppose."

"Your skills are excellent and what I can see overly professional."

Kate sniffles into her handkerchief, "Thank you."

"If you need a reference," Vastra attempts a smile. "I would be honored to write a stellar recommendation letter."

"Thank you," Kate attempts to smile in return but her sorrow keeps it from happening. "I hope we can find these children. I am curious where they came from and how."

"We will find out that and more. Although you should prepare yourself. Whatever this," Vastra waves her hands into the sky, "This is not from a good place."

Kate starts to tear again, "I know. It is horrible."

"We could not have done this without you." Jenny looks into the human's face. "You know that, do you agree?"

Kate nods her head up and down.

The room goes silent as the three contemplate and process this evening.

Knock on the door. Fiona and Alaya walk in the room.

"Good news" Fiona smiles, "Scotland Yard will have an address of the vehicle in a few days."

Fiona heads straight to the desk pulling Kate off the bed to her side, "Scotland Yard wants copies of our notes to find addresses of everyone."

Kate nods and begins to read their notes while Fiona types diligently.

In a shock to herself, Odea adjusted her life with Jennifer and Molly rather quickly.

While Jennifer and Molly were out at Bletchley Park Odea was busy in the bookstore, doing laundry room, tracking stock, cleaning up after patrons and assisting with the ever-growing queue for Mrs. Isabella Conard's tardiness.

Odea also learned to stay out of Mrs. Isabella Conard's way, luckily she is rarely around. When she was around, Odea always kept away either by being in the bookstore or spending time with Molly and Jennifer.

"You have been with us for almost three weeks." Jennifer comments at Odea over dinner, "When are you expected at the farm?"

Odea points to the wireless. "They will let me know on the radio. I asked to give me at least three days notice. I also talked to Mirum a few hours ago; also seems that Miss Dithers and Mirum are supporting each other. Mirum is assisting Miss Dithers in her project. So her boredom and loneliness is temporarily at bay."

Molly can't help but ask. "Do we know what Miss Dither's project?"

"Not a single hint from our Mirum?"

"Bloody damn." Molly laughs at herself for such words come out of her mouth, "I am sorry. I am awfully curious."

"We all are curious." Odea responds with a question, "What is it that you two do?"

"Ah," Molly shakes her head and clears her throat. "Yes, you are correct. It is war and secrets are important."

"What I was trying to discuss," Jennifer looks to her friend, "You seem to have found your life here at Coventry House. We all seem together to make a wonderful team as we work, sleep and manage the bookstore together. You will be missed."

Molly adds, "Ms. Portendorfer loves your company. It seems that you have a knack for this sort of thing."

"I love keeping busy." Odea smiles. "It is a departure from the morgue and hospital work. There is a responsibility to be a physician while here is it is keeping a daily checklist." She sips her tea and adds, "I do love a checklist."

"May I ask personal questions?"

"Of course."

"Have you heard from Ada?"

Odea places her tea down and becomes quiet, "Not a whisper." Odea is about to share but holds back.

Molly leans in, "What? Spill it."

Odea goes to Jennifer's room and returns with a large folder. "This is all the information I have on the voyage. I don't think we shall hear from her, mother, or anyone until they have completed a few of their assignments."

"How do you know?"

"Mr. Blue eyes."

Jennifer and Molly quickly dive into Odea paperwork.

Jennifer looks over Odea's notes, "I just want to remind you that we have not heard anything negative. We can …" Jennifer turns over a page and hands it to Molly and then focuses her attention Odea. "You have to, no must, assume they are well and unharmed."

Molly looks up at Jennifer after reading a bit of the paper.

"What is that look?" Odea gets excited.

Jennifer smiles, "We know someone that might, possibly, be able to help you,"

Odea's face lights up.

"Discretion is absolute."

Molly interrupts, "No promises. We will see what we can do."

They hand back Odea's paperwork.

Odea offers a mild plea, "Please change the subject?"

"Of course." Jennifer smiles as she is ready to talk about the new shipment of books but is interrupted by Molly.

"Tell me Odea how long have you Ada known each other before you became intimate?"

Jennifer scales fluctuate so fast is made Odea and Molly laugh.

"That is quite personal," Jennifer quickly remarks with frustration.

Odea is looking forward to this conversation. "It is not a Silurian thing or a human thing. It is a personality thing. Ada and I mutually fell terribly hard. I don't have the pressure of a fearless leader - I am not accountable to anyone. Well … you know what I mean." She sips her tea and ignores the gobsmacked Jennifer.

"What do I being a leader have anything to do with my personal intimacies." Jennifer feels obligated to defend herself.

Odea shrugs like her mother, which gave Jennifer a temporary smile. Odea simply says, "You want to be the best example and you want to make sure that Molly doesn't get pregnant."

Molly's mouth drops.

Jennifer smirks, "You can be such an irritant."

Odea is having fun and talks to Molly directly. "All you human women have the same reaction. Ada turned white and almost got sick. I told her that we need to be careful."

"I can get pregnant?"

Odea sips her tea again, "Of course."

"I thought there was some science involved in creating offspring."

Odea leans into Molly, "Did Jennifer tell you that?"

"No, I just assumed."

"Tisk tisk," Odea sits back and gives a look to Jennifer. "Why have you not shared the information?"

"Wait. Wait." Molly puts up her hands as if six runs was made in cricket, "Hold up. Hold up. Since there is no sperm…"

Odea leans into Molly and whispers, "Bacteria."

Molly whispers back, "Bacteria?"

Jennifer enters the conversation, "Yes. Bacteria."

"Is there a way to get rid of this bacteria?"

Jennifer and Odearesponds simultaneously, "Injections."

"Painful injections," Odea adds.

"Are they painful to me?" Molly almost looks sick.

"No." Jennifer smiles, she remembers a month ago we had to get our medical check-ups and that is when she learned Molly was terrified of needles. "Not you. Me. Us."

Molly's face begins to return to her normal color, "How painful?"

"It makes my mother Vastra curl up as she wails to her goddess."

"So how do you keep from getting Ada pregnant?"

Odea smirks, "She is on a boat currently, far from my bite as possible."

"Bite?"

Jennifer smiles, "We believe the bacteria comes through bloodstreams … like a bite."

"Like a kissing a cut?"

"I suppose, yes. Why?"

"A few months ago I cut my finger cutting mushrooms and I never saw anyone leap away from me so fast." Molly grabs Jennifer's hand, "I thought you were afraid of blood."

Jennifer shook her head no.

"So these injections? How often?"

"Monthly," Jennifer replies.

"I also want to add," Odea interrupts, "We will lose energy for a day or two. It is not something we can easily do. I miss my Ada terribly. However not having the injections is a blessing."

Jennifer offers a soft smile to Molly, "I don't want the injections. Not while I am doing such challenging work. I am busy, we have our bookshop and we are together. I am not ready to lose this place in the world. Especially since the war is going on and we have our roles. I am thinking of myself and your honor."

"What exactly are those roles?" Odea attempts to get a hint.

Molly and Jennifer ignore Odea poor attempt to find out about their work at Bletchley Park.

"My honor?"

"You are doing amazing work and if you get pregnant you are out of the program, living in London, with my family, trying to ignore all those staring and calling you names behind your back. Even if you are in London how will you get hired as a professor? How will we take care of each other? Right now we have everything to sustain our intellect and financial stability. It is selfish of me. Besides I am not going to let my love go through that."

"None of us want anyone to go through that," Odea adds. "I am very cautious when I am with Ada. No cuts or scrapes. It terrifies me."

"Did you have injections before she left?"

"Yes."

"Do you want children?" Molly asks Odea.

"We are at war and those choices have been made for us."

"If there wasn't a war?" Molly looks back and forth to Jennifer and Odea, "You know something?"

"We would still wait."

"Wait for what?"

Odea looks to Jennifer.

Jennifer says, "That is a conversation for another time."

Molly turns to Odea, "Should I know?"

Jennifer jumps in annoyed, "Ask me."

Molly stunned at the abruptness, "I am sorry. You are right. Should I know?"

"It depends."

Molly moans, "You all talk like this cryptic language. I feel as if I need ask the exact question with the perfect wording." Molly takes a deep breath, "Okay, Depends on what?"

Jennifer shifts in her seat as she is doing exactly what Grandma and Mother did with the information. "I am sorry. I will try to be more forthright of information you should be privy."

"Who decides if I am privy?"

"Honestly, I don't know." Jennifer leans forwards and grabs Molly's hand, "We have much to discuss but our lives are set in stone at the moment."

"It will not always be that way."

"Are you in it for the long haul?"

"What do you mean?"

Jennifer gets quiet.

Molly is confused

Odea leans over to Molly and pretends to whisper, "You see Molly if you have not noticed, our fearless leader weakness is how to be a leader for those not exactly Silurian. She believes that humans need to be taken care of like China teacups."

"I am not a teacup." Molly leans over as if she is gossiping in public, "What is she attempting to say?"

"Jennifer is trying to find out if you are ready for life with us for the next forty-fifty years."

Molly smile becomes serious, "Of course. Do you?"

Odea continues, "sixty seventy eighty ninety years?"

"What?" Molly looks back and forth to Odea and Jennifer.

Jennifer shift in her seat and pours more tea into her cup. "We aren't going to be here after the war. We must move on."

"Move on?"

"My grandmother Jenny is not young, she is in her seventies. Nor in my mother Fiona who is around forty-four, forty-six."

"They are very youthful."

"They gave birth to Silurian children. They lived many lives and have buried many friends." Jennifer pours more tea into Molly's cup, "Do you understand?"

"Yes." Molly replays the conversation in her head. Her eyes go wide, "How old is Madame Vastra?"

"Ah, that is her story. You must ask her." Odea sips tea without clarifying more.

Molly ponders what it must be like to bury so many loved ones, "I can't image a longer life, to bury friends and lovers."

"Which is why we aren't able to remain in one place after multiple generations." Jennifer does her best to offer comfort while giving harsh information, "You will bury Edward while you are fit and youthful."

Molly begins to tear up and Jennifer holds her hands, "That is the burden you have being my love. Is it too much to carry?"

"No," Molly grabs tightly Jennifer's hands. "No, it is just this darkness will now cloud my life."

"We can die," Odea looks at Molly. "We aren't immortal. Edward could still bury you."

Jennifer nods up and down in agreement, "It is Silurian bond you will get with your children. It does funny things to humans."

"Like what?"

"No gray hair, faster heartbeat and you become sensitive to cold," Jennifer thinks of all the things her mother went through.

"Don't forget the nails."

"Oh, and your fingernails and toenails will grow at an accelerated rate."

Molly looks at her own manicured nail, "What?"

Jennifer looks to Odea, "We need to discuss, in the future, which of our family member want to be a chiropodist?"

"Not me." Odea smiles, "I like dealing with dead bodies."

"We Silurians all have to take care of ourselves. We can't have our loved ones Silurians or humans go to a normal physician. It could lead to," Jennifer pauses trying to find the best word, "issues."

"Issues?"

"Imagine a military trying to create a master race using our bacteria?" Odea becomes passionate, "Jennifer and all of us will be used within an inch of our lives for the sake of longer lives."

"Longer lives do not lead to better or healthier lives." Jennifer begins to rattle what has been ingrained into her from Grandma Vastra and Grandma Jenny. "We will be exploited, hunted and our lives will not be our own. The new world we live in is full of paranoid and powerful nations. We will not have peace. Our children will not have peace. Your Edward will not have peace by association."

Jennifer sits back in her chair and Molly can see the leader of Odea speaks of so freely.

"Our lives will no longer be our own." Jennifer continues, "There is no protection from those who want global superiority. If not the Germans then enemies in our future. We must adjust and survive." She pauses, "The alternative is unacceptable."

"Agreed." Odea chimes in while raising her teacup high and quickly returns to her mouth to take another sip.

"You, Grandma Jenny, my mother Fiona, Ada, April and all those who come after us depend on to protect them. It is our burden to carry because we have made the choice to live and not simply exist on some island far from humans. We chosen to love, laugh and be part of society. The alternative is not worth living. No art, no books, no music and certainly no cricket. We are part of England, but we must be prepared to leave. To move on for the sake of suspicion of those who might notice you no longer getting older while those around graying and showing signs of old age. It will be suspicious to see us walking down high street twenty years from now with our age suspended while our peers lose eyesight, hearing or hair."

Molly takes in Jennifer's words and is doing her best to process.

"When do we leave England?"

"After the war." Jennifer smiles.

"That could be a very long time." Molly squints her eyes as if she is evaluating every scale on Odea's and Jennifer's face, "Do you know how this war turns out?"

Odea and Jennifer both sit back and groan.

"What?" Molly asks to why she has to witness the dual tantrums.

Odea grabs a piece of paper and give the exact explanation of timeline that she walked through with her wife Ada.

"A paradox. I understand." Molly taps the piece of paper, "That doesn't mean I can't ask the question."

"You may ask any question you want."

"Will you answer the question?"

"If the information belongs to me, yes."

"How does this war turn out?"

"That is not my information to give."

"How long is the war?"

"That is not my information to give."

Molly smiles at the irritating game Jennifer and Odea are playing. She ponders a moment and then asks, "Whose information is this to give?"

Jennifer replies without hesitation, "My Grandmother, April St. Clair."

"Is she alive?"

"She has not been born yet."

Molly laughs and settles down as she notices that Jennifer is telling the truth.