Fiona and Alaya enter 14 Savile Row brushing off the snow from their coats, and have a most private conversation of hushed tones.

From the receptionist's desk, Olga looks up, "Did you accomplish what you needed to do?" Secretly hoping to be included in their latest obligations or what she believes are obligations.

Fiona nods and utters softly from the darkness of her throat, "Yes."

Olga looks down at the messages, "I have a few messages, but …" as she watches both head up stairs without looking back.

"It will wait," Olga says to nobody in particular.

"What will wait?" asks Kay as she puts on her coat.

"There is a darkness in the air."

"We are at war."

Olga stands up and stretches. "Yes, but there is something else in the air." She opens her arms wide and points upstairs. "In here, it seems the air is becoming darker and darker every day."

Kay smiles, "I suppose. I have been through darker times." She points to the ceiling, "This family has seen the ugliest of humanity. I would keep your wits about you." She whispers, "Keep their privacy but stay alert. You may be gain privy but at a cost. You will have to dig deep and become more." Kay's eyes become soft, and she pauses as she is careful with her words, "If you need to be more, beardown, be more." She looks to the residence space above, "Life has taught me curiosity is essential, though it comes with a cost."

Olga smiles and ponders for a second her constant curiosity, "Wise advice."

"Have a good evening." Kay waves and heads out into the cold, hoping a good book can calm her own growing curiosity.

Olga locks the doors and shuts down the quiet tailor shop. She walks upstairs, gathers her dinner, and enters the living room.

Alaya, in soft tones, "I hope he enjoys the gift of Mr. Salmon."

Suddenly, Olga feels like she is invading personal space in the large room that once was occupied four times a much on any given day. She casually informs the room, "I am going to head up. I have a good book calling my name."

"Oooo! Which book?" Fiona excitedly asks while Alaya smirks at the instant distraction.

"One, Two, Buckle My Shoe by Agatha Christie"

"Book talk is later." Alaya smiles at the two wounded souls.

Once they are alone, Alaya pulls Fiona closer, "Tell me, has anyone suspected?"

"I think the free meal is a grand distraction."

"Our renters?"

"They have moved out. I walked through our old home from top to bottom." Fiona gets quiet, "That is a beautiful home."

Fiona leans over and kisses her wife gently, "Let's go to bed; soon, it will not be peaceful." They walk up the stairs. Alaya hears the radio crackling and dashes back into the living room, pulling Fiona as fast as they can until they are in position. They both put on their headphones and wait.

Silence

Alaya asks into the microphone, "Is anyone there?"

A voice peaks through in a whisper, "This is Mirum. Shush. I hear something."

Crackling sounds and static are coming in and out. Soon it goes silent. A buzzing sound, and then there it is a voice. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is Mirum. I am taking notes. On the line are Alaya, Fiona, Odea, and April. Based on the schedule, Jennifer is working. I shall fill her in later. Please continue. We are listening with anticipation."

Crackling sound.

Mirum whispered, "They are still there … be patient."

"Jenny says she misses all of you. Ada misses Odea but is in good spirits. Julia is Julia with a brave and organized front."

The communication could be better, with the static and irregular tapping sound.

Nobody laughs to cast sound into the airwaves. Mirum can hear them stifling their laughter. She whispers ever so softly, "Morse code." She is confident someone is taking notes as she can listen to graphite markings on paper.

"We are in New York with allies who have the technology to assist in communicating. I hope all our packages made it to New York safely?"

"Yes." Mirum smiles as she hears hair movement; they nod in agreement.

"Has the home matters been seen to without violating the prime directive?"

Mirum hears different graphite making marks on paper, more soft than the hand translating Morse code.

Alaya speaks up, "Yes."

"I hope you had a festive Boxing Day. We shall be here in NY for a bit. We can accept packages and shall send you a package or two."

"Be Well."

"You too."

Static.

Mirum speaks, "Be with you in a moment," and listens to silence minus the tapping and now only one graphite making marks on paper. Mirum waits until complete silence. She quickly makes notes and turns the dial to hear familiar voices. "I am here. It was short, but so much was said."

"April here; the morse code was the address where to send them mail and something about Ada missing rum and melons. Don't they have rum in New York? Melons, I can understand because they are seasonal, but rum?" April pauses, "oh, never mind."

"Now I am curious."

"All I can say is I see Odea blushing."

A deep laughter comes from all. Fiona laughed so hard she was tearing up.

"Your privacy is secure," Alaya says, attempting not to laugh as she tries to control her imagination.

"I would not say that. Someone was eavesdropping," Mirum speaks frankly.

"How do you know?"

"Someone started taking notes when mentioning the prime directive."

"Do you know where?"

"London."

"But how."

"Big Ben." Mirum needs to be factual, "it rang in the background."

"We must be diligent and careful what we say."

"Is there anyone listening now?"

"I can't hear anything." Mirum becomes very serious, "I believe we are smart to rotate frequencies monthly. We just need to be diligent."

"Now, what shall we send to NY? Did they speak of any needs?"

April rattles off the list she heard through the Morse code, "Julia would like any mail received from Grant."

Alaya quickly volunteers, "I will make a social visit to the Krane's home."

"Ada would like letters."

"I have them ready." Odea confidently adds, "I have so much to tell her and changes."

"She will be proud of what you are doing." Fiona smiles as she talks into the microphone. She hopes that her smiling will somehow the airwaves emphasize her pride. "We all should be proud of what we have accomplished."

Jennifer exits Hut 14 and shortly arrives at Commander Alastair Denniston's door. She takes a deep breath and knocks three times, pauses, and then two more. She waits.

"Enter"

"Good day, sir. I might have some interesting development.". She opens the map on the table and points to her family home, "Currently, some of my family lives here." circling Savile Row. "Others live here," circling Low Borrowbridge on the map. She then circles Cove Harbour, "Here, a family member posted to watch the waters for tin cans."

She stands up straight," We have all built radios and used them to communicate with one another. We rotate dials and rely on our excellent hearing to monitor our security."

Commander Alastair Denniston looks over the map, "Your family astonishes me." He sips his precious tea and asks, "I hope this has a point."

"A few days ago, while we were talking to family in New York."

"New York?"

"Yes, family members and associates are assigned an international assignment."

She continues, "We overheard graphic writing on a page - someone was eavesdropping our conversation."

"Does that happen often?"

"No."

"Listen." She pulls a reel from her bag and sets it up to play "LIsten" as she turns the volume as high as possible.

They both listen to the tape of the short conversation between Madam Vastra and MIrum.

"Those three faint clicking sounds and Big Ben are the same on our tapes." Jennifer pulls out a reel and, shows the date, plays the tape. "Clicking and Big Ben." she fast forwards. "Okay, just wait. There. Steps, and it is on a bend in the road near."

She pulls another reel and forwards it, "It is faint, but you can hear a faint conversation in the background."

They both listen intensely. Two people are talking and walking.

"Is that Spanish?"

"Not just any Spanish; they used picoteo and caña." Jennifer opens a translation book and points, "This is a dialect from Chile. Someone is hungry and wants a snack."

"Chile is spying on us?"

Jennifer shakes her head no, "It is a key to our location." She rolls out a map with an area circled and points to different sections. "Cockpit steps, a bend in the road, and the Chile Embassy."

Commander Alastair Denniston examines the map, "Where would you guess a location?"

Jennifer looks at the map closely, "Since we can't hear patrons from Two Chairmen, it would be across and down the street - these three."

"I would agree." He returns to his desk and picks up the phone. "This is Denniston. I need the Admiral." He stands and pulls the phone across the deck to evaluate the maps. "Yes, we have a possible location."

Moments later, the door swings open, and three men enter the office.

Commander Alastair Denniston doesn't waste the Admiral's time. Together Jennifer and himself explain everything again.

The Admiral and his companions leave the office.

Commander Alastair Denniston sits in his seat, opens the bottom drawer, and pulls out whiskey with two glasses.

Jennifer sits down.

They toast, "I am certainly pleased you are on our side."

Both gulp their shots down without hesitation.

"I am certainly glad you are on our side." He repeats, pauses, and dares to ask, "Do you suppose the Nazis have someone like you on their side."

Jennifer ponders that for a moment. "I honestly don't know."