She looks up at them-- waiting anxiously for her to speak, as they'd all been waiting, for so very long.

But tonight there is a dream, a seer's dream of an isle in the middle of a distant glassy lake, and it's with a strange sense of falling that Kim Ford opens her mouth and asks in a bright, brittle tone,

"So. Who's coming with me to England?"

It turns out to be all of them.