Returning home was rather eventful despite not using the train. Though, it wasn't either speed, nor Jeremy talking that eased Elizabeth Brisby. But, a hope in keeping both her house and the children to move to a safer area. On the other hand, another curiosity formed. How did the pope know about her late husband Jonathan Brisby? And what did he mean by saying Jonathan is not unknown in the country? She recalled the years she had spent with him, wondering one thing. How much does she know about Jonathan Brisby?

Jonathan was an injured soldier when she first met him.

He became a tenant of the Fitzgibbons' farm and a garden.

An aspiring teacher when he taught her how to read and write once he learned she was illiterate.

A handsome, socially awkward yet sincere man when he properly asked her into courtship when he gave her flowers she loved. And, she understood each language with flattered giggles and a huge smile she hadn't made for years.

Elizabeth married him when she was pregnant with their first child Teresa.

Aunt Shrew nearly shot him for that.

The wedding was small in a chapel with only a few townsfolk celebrating them. It was something both she and Jonathan wanted. A small marital ceremony with only several people they care for were invited to congratulate their unity. Auntie Shrew tried not to weep as she held baby Teresa in her arms when the pair exchanged their vows and when Jonathan gave a kiss to his bride.

A faithful husband of Elizabeth Brisby, a loving father of their four children. That was all she knew and mattered.

"Jeremy…?" She called out.

"Oh! Uh, yes, Mrs. Briz?" Jeremy responded as he untangled his strings.

"How did you and Jonathan…meet? And become friends?" Elizabeth asked.

The crow spirit blinked his eyes before smiling.

"Well, we met when I was running away from spirit hunters," he replied as he organized the strings by colors, "and I got caught in the net! But, he let me go and lied to the spirit hunters I escaped from."

"Oh! Did he…?"
"Yeah…! He was a guy with few words, but once getting to know him, he's a cool guy," Jeremy grinned, "he envisioned a world where magic and technologies work together for greater good. I was surprised when he told me he was getting married~!"

Elizabeth blinked.

"Though, I have never seen him so happy before…. I should thank ya, Mrs. Briz. He never smiled a lot until he met you."

She smiled bashfully.

"I also want to thank you, too, Jeremy. Jonathan never spoke of his past before…, but I'm glad he had a good friend. Clumsy but loyal one." Mrs. Brisby giggled.

"Aww, garsh. You're one flatterer, ma'am~." Jeremy chuckled, growing shy from a compliment he received from the widow of his friend.

With red strings touching the walls, yellow strings connected to every door, green strings surrounding the entire house of the Brisby family, blue strings touching every window glass, and purple strings on the entire floor.

"What are you doing, mother?" Teresa asked as she climbed down with her siblings.

"New magic?" Martin questioned.

Jeremy was using the white paint to form his magical sigils of spell on the living room's rectangular table. Each corner had circular sigils that brought out the traits like wheels. The center was ancient languages they know nothing of.

"This will be enough to move to the Bund," Jeremy smiled as he was completing the ritual, "night isn't that early. Not too late, either. A perfect time for moving."

"Moving? Are we finally moving out?" Teresa's eyes blinked.

"Along with this house." Elizabeth smiled.

The children gasped, their curious eyes sparkled. They can move, and along with this big house their father left for them. And Timothy doesn't need to worry about leaving.

"Timmy~! Big brother~," Cynthia waddled upstairs, rushed to her older brother's bedroom, "We're moving~! With this house~!"

Timothy, who had been sleeping silently, stirred and opened his blue eyes.

"We're leaving town with a house daddy left for us~!" He saw his little sister hopping excitedly, telling him great news.

Without a word, Timothy smiled. Humming a bit happily.

In the living room, Elizabeth was sitting on a couch as Jeremy cleared his throat, prepared to make a new pact.

"Well, Mrs. Briz. Do you swear to use this pact for the welfare of the house and family?" Jeremy asked.

"I swear." She answered, holding her hand up.

"Do you swear to protect this pact to protect the ones you love?" He questioned again.

"I swear…!" She responded, tone firm with sincere determination.

Auntie Shrew was keeping the fireplace on with fresh woods engulfed in flames.

"Now to seal the pact…" Jeremy held out his both hands.

Taking a deep breath, Elizabeth held out her hands as well touching his palms. She flinched as his hands grew claws, but did not withdraw her hands away. With his true form beginning to surface, the sigils glow with bright light. The entire manor of the Brisby family was quaking for a couple of minutes, then all of them could feel the house was…moving. Curiously, Elizabeth approached the closest window and peeked. Her eyes were big as eggs.

"Oh heavens…, our house…!" she gasped.

Two mills were enlarged and stretched as tank wheels, moving the house on their own.

"Lord… what enchantment has your husband hiding?!" Auntie Shrew fell on the couch, in disbelief and shock.

The Brisby Widow was speechless. She glanced at all the furniture, decorations and interiors around. Still the same as she was shown to the house her husband built, where all belongings were prepared a day after his funeral. Majority of furniture and decorations looked even more lively than they ever were, which caused her to wonder:

'Had he…prepared all these, from the beginning?'

She was too preoccupied with this question; she didn't realize the house was about to wheel through the forest before the familiar voice belonging to the old man was heard.

"Mrs. Brisby!"

Elizabeth blinked, peeked out of the window again as she did her best to avoid the branches. Eyes narrowed until she was able to recognize the limping stocky figure.

"Mr. Ages…?"

Auntie Shrew huffed indignantly at the sight of an old, bitter doctor. With the house of Fitzgibbons on sight, the middle aged woman spotted the family and Drago Welker watching with their eyes wide. With satisfaction the entire family won't be able to deal with their obnoxious antics anymore, she, Martin and Jeremy had the same idea on how to bid them goodbye.

So, with all their might, the trio raised their hand and sprung their middle finger at them in unison. Smug, a mischievous and arrogant smirk across their faces.

"Goodbye, nosy neighbors~!" Jeremy shouted out.

"Pleasure being meddled and let's not see each other again!" Auntie Shrew followed.

"BAD KITTY!" Martin grinned.

Teresa covered Cynthia's eyes, facepalming as Mr. Ages rolled his eyes and Elizabeth sighed heavily.

"Same ol' Sue Bates," Mr. Ages groaned, "now, will someone explain to me WHY JONATHAN'S HOUSE IS HERE?"

"Mr. Ages! We're moving out of town~!" Teresa waved.

"Uh-huh, Timmy still sick, but Mr. Jeremy helped mom with magic to move our house!" Martin added along.

"JEREMY? Jeremy Crows?!" The old doctor glanced up to see Jeremy waving, "Jonathan's former contract spirit…"

"Contract spirit…?" Elizabeth blinked.

"Yes, a contract spirit. You see, when the alchemist, a sorcerer, or whoever with the greatest power or possessions of magic trinkets can make a pact with a contract spirit for their goals. Your husband made a contract with Jeremy before, and this is how he completed the house and linked all magic within. But, I did not expect his manor to have wheels and can move…" Mr. Ages explained, rubbing his temples.

"Does that mean Mister Jeremy is not the only spirit who can do that?" Teresa asked.

"There are many contract spirits, but their existence must be kept secret." The doctor replied.

"We won't tell anyone." Martin spoke up.

"Mr. Ages," Elizabeth walked out of the mansion as soon as the entrance magically formed the small stairways for her, "I know moving this house must have disrupted you, but I was told to see Nicodemus and his people. The pope, Father Stolas, told me I had to."

The old doctor glanced at her. She really went to see the Pope for his wisdom, after all. Stolas was no normal human. In fact, he was FAR from being one. A dark fairy affiliated to his kind's religion that worships Mother Lilith, the hidden first female to ever form her own fate and had dark fairies as her disciples. Though, Stolas was a powerful recluse whose cathedral's location was dangerous with hungry apparitions attempting to devour the unaware visitors, regardless of species. No one has ever visited him and lived to tell a tale.

Yet, Elizabeth Brisby did.

"In that case, I'm sure you'd know this means we…Nicodemus and our people are expecting you." Mr. Ages finally spoke.

"Expecting us?" Elizabeth's blue eyes widened a little.

"Now, remind that crow spirit to TONE DOWN the noise wheeling the house until the entrance. Follow me."

And Elizabeth did as she was told.

With the wheeling house slowed down the speed as Jeremy kept their tracks silent and unnoticed, Elizabeth was outside following Mr. Ages as she gazed around the woods. Although the forest at nights usually frightened her, this night was somewhat granting her a calm and soothing peace, making the woods look welcoming to her and her family.

"Forgive me, I just noticed you were limping…" Mrs. Brisby turned her attention towards Mr. Ages.

"Bah, that's none of your affair," Mr. Ages continued to walk, "remember, to what you're about to see and meet… you must swear absolute secrecy."

"Oh, yes. I unders—"

"Swear it." He firmly spoke.

"I promise." Elizabeth nodded quickly.

With the house of Brisby family stopped wheeling and was settled a couple of feets next to the entrance of rosebush, Auntie Shrew rushed out to give Elizabeth her red cloak to wrap her around as her niece had been wearing white nightdress due to unprepared moving. She insisted on making Elizabeth take a lightweight bag of gadgets for self-defense of any "blood-sucking" inhumans attempt to lay a finger on her. Though, the conversation ended with the Brisby Widow agreeing to only taking a spray bottle filled with sour citrus water.

"Don't worry, child. I will protect this house and children." Auntie Shrew waved.

"Thank you, auntie… and please help her, Jeremy."

"Good luck, milady!" Jeremy saluted with a smile.

Approaching the gate with Mr. Ages, Elizabeth stayed close to the doctor as he unlocked it and entered. As Sue and Jeremy walked back into the house, the manor was watched by a couple of guards from above.

"Well, I'll be damned…," one of the guards blinked in disbelief and awe, "the house of our late hero Jonathan Brisby."

Walking through the dark passage, Elizabeth held onto her bag tight. Other than heights, the darkness was one of the oldest fears she had since her childhood. Although, she insisted she should no longer be when she is a grown woman. As another stone gate opened, letting the bright light out as the two entered, her eyes were as big as the beads, letting out a soft gasp of amazement at the sight she was witnessing.

"Oh…! It's… the most beautiful sight I've ever seen…"

The nocturnal ground is surrounded by water as boats rowing through bridges and submarines through the underwater caves, a radiant moonlight becomes the greatest source of light accompanied by stars, but the colorful shades of lamp stands; blue, green, pink, and so on. Houses were no different from ones from cities, yet seemed newly constructed. Fortress stood mighty, guarded with saintly statues.

"Well, Mrs. Brisby…," Mr. Ages cleared his throat, "welcome to the Bund."