He rushes up the wooden stairs, not giving his bike a second’s thought. The door is locked and it takes a few valuable seconds to dig out his keys a...nd unlock it. Once inside though, he is rushing up the stairs ad right into his bedroom.“Stop!” he shouts just before Christy, who is on top of his sister, can impale herself. “Thea, you can’t!”“And why can’t I?” she huffs, looking around the side of Christy at him.“Because you don’t understand what is about to happen,” he says, pleadingly. “These. "Nothing springs to mind, John. Take Róisín with you though, she could use the experience," Morgana said by way of dismissal.I told a delighted Róisín that we were going on a trip to Loegria and to pack for at least a week.It took a couple of days to actually arrange things so that some of our more routine tasks to do with the department were covered by our fellow journeymen and women. Apart from monitoring and countering Nephilim infiltration units, there wasn't a lot of activity going on. The. We would have to act outside, but at least things could be somewhat normal at home. I pocketed my phone and made to leave my room when My Mothers frightened cry of "Martin!" came from downstairs. "Can you come down here for a minute, there's something your sister and I need to talk to you about." I stepped into the loungeroom to a most unnatural sight. Both my Mother and Sister Kelly were in the middle of the room bent down, face to the floor in a posture of total submission. "Please," came. In the 4 years since having Ryan, we had never been able to have in-home nursing coverage for Ryan on a Saturday night. We both realized at the same moment that, had this happened while he was at home with us that night/early-morning, Ryan’s only care providers in those crucial early moments after his heart stopped would have been her and I – alone. Those doubts and fears that Peggy had just shared would have been each of ours to shoulder, had the overnight events happened while Ryan was home.