[Hiatus]

The brunette glanced back up at the monitor before turning her back to it after a few passing seconds, returning to the small pile of neatly folded clothes. The shirt she held was folded up and gently placed on top of the stack, a hand rising up to brush her hair back.

No, today is suppose to be an enjoyable day, she thought, shaking her head slightly to herself. Do not get upset, many were found in result to my disappearance, many who otherwise would have never been seen alive again. The manor still stands and is cared for, it is alright. 

This got interesting fast. But in the way of sad emotion when it comes to Cat. Leaving her be still, he got changed up and got to packing stuff up into one backpack, thinking that maybe a few days is decent enough to stay in London.

The girl had gotten a little closer to see the screen, holding a shirt in hand still. She briefly read everything over, but tried to not let any emotions show, as truthfully she wasn’t quite sure how to feel herself. Her father created an entire charity that saved the lives of children in honor of her, never wanting another parent to go through the pain of losing a child. Cat swallowed dryly, especially once seeing the photo of the portrait. Truly she was identical to it expect for her hair, which was intentional, having kept her hair short and around her shoulders as the long hair reminded her of her past life.

Silently she straightened, as she was leaning forward a bit to see better. her gaze dropped to the shirt in her hands, having a bit of a grip to it. “Well… At least the manor still stands as is being cared for…” she murmured quietly, voice a bit monotone.

Hawke wasn’t sure what to say. He could read that she’s hurting on the inside from reading all of this, her monotone voice being the defining factor of it. That’s one hell of a thing to do on her old man’s part, seeing as the motivating factor for children being saved was her disappearance. 

The entry wasn’t void of information at all, being rather lengthy with different sections. Early life, competitions and skills with swords along with championships country-wide, practically everything about the man. It even gave the address to the large manor, showing photos from the outside of the genie’s original home.

One section included the entire case of Cat’s disappearance, explaining how the young bride vanished the night of her wedding without a trace, and how authorities searched for the missing girl and couldn’t come up with anything. It explained that Cat’s father, on the year mark of his daughter’s disappearance, vowed to never again have any child of England lost and unable to be found, and started a charity to ensure the safe return of abducted children, listing cases of found children thanks to it that returned home safely.

Near the bottom of the same section explained that the manor, in honor of both the missing noble and her family entirely, had become a museum generations later, funded by both the country and living descendants for upkeep and general operation of the large building. A photo of a portrait in the home was there, being of the parents and their three children, the eldest daughter back then with long hair and an expensive Victorian dress.

A “?” did pop up for him when he was reading the article. Not sure if he remembered he mentioning that she had a wedding, therefore having a fiance. Well, logically it’s all in the past. The rest of the article did fascinate him. A father hurt by his daughter’s disappearance vowed to protect others. Thinking of his dad, as he seemed the type to go berserk the moment any of his family were in danger.

“Earl Walter Baxter Raywood” she answered, her back to him as she folded up her clothes to make them more compact. “If anything, you may discover things about his fencing and swordsmanship. He was the best in all of England, at least in my time with my family.”

Her curiosity began nipping at her, glancing back as she folded to see the screen, wondering what else would perhaps be public information about her father.

Well that’s a mouthful. He decided to just put his name up, maybe there’s a wikipedia on him. Explaining an off-hand mention of a daughter gone missing; though he doubted the whole best in all of England, but anything can happen.

Cat froze, wondering for a moment if she even remembered the address. She remembered the location, but if London has changed much since, that may not be as helpful. “I hope it still stands…” she said aloud, though more so to herself than to Hawke. “With how famous my father was in London and how old it is, it must still be around…”

She shook her head, pushing those thoughts out of her mind. “Word of advice, not near the clock tower. When it would ring, all the windows of buildings around the immediate area would rattle, and it would ring every hour on the hour.”

Remembering that he’s naked, he finally got himself some clean boxers and a shirt. He got onto his computer and went onto the search engine Boogle. “So, tell me your old man’s name, hopefully something pops up, though i’m curious if the manor still stands considering it’s been a few hundred years.” 

Cat finished choosing her clothes rather quickly, the excitement beginning to truly be felt, but along with it came the nerves. Already she expected to see drastic changes— it has been well over a century, of course. But, she hoped not too much would be different.

There was a pause when her eyes spotted the safe in which her lamp was locked away inside. Instantly her mind thought back to the man who owned it before, how he left town and returned to find the lamp gone. That would not happen this time… would it? It is locked away, surely it must be strong. Still, she refused to run the risk, not wanting to be taken away from Hawke, as there was no way she could return if so.

Letting out a breath, she concentrated for a moment before snapping her fingers, placing a spell on the safe itself, one that made it so only two people could open it: Hawke, and her. With it came the white, glittering cloud of magic lasting only a second around the safe, her, and surely Hawke in the bathroom, as they were a part of her spell. Just in case.

The safe itself still looks the same, nothing too high-tech but neither obsolete; it’d take some real effort to break into it. And this place is in the middle of...nowhere really.

And if anyone wanted to rob this place, they’d have to get through Hawke’s old man. Judging by the various firearms also in the closet (that are unloaded and in spots where you would have to intentionally grab them to use them), Jack must have an entire armory somewhere in the house.

The brunette playfully rolled her eyes with a little smile, sitting up and stretching. Getting off the bed, she opened the curtains to let some light in, squinting a little at first before her eyes adjusted. Maybe just a small bag with some clothes would suffice? I can always just snap up more for us.

The genie walked to the closet, looking through what she had decided to save and pulling out some shirts and pants, assuming it may be a bit chilly there as even in the summer, it was rather cool back then.

Bathroom was used, and a minute goes by until the shower turns on. Thinking on what to bring, he figures just his usual backpack with a change of clothes, hygiene products, and an inconspicuous pistol with a few magazines for protection and his retractable nightstick.

“Good morning to you too” she said with a soft giggle. “And you mean before? I lived in a large manor just on the edge of London, a very, very old one that had been in my father’s family for generations. It was far away enough to not hear the busy sounds of the city, as hearing the roads full of horse carriages was a constant noise.”

As she had before they fell asleep, her fingers played with his hair, moving her legs a bit to stretch them now that he was awake.

“Unless we’re going to the countryside, London is full of cars that drive on the wrong side of the road.” He stayed silent for a few more moments, enjoying the affection Cat is giving him.

Sitting up, he stretches and speaks. “Now, let’s get ourselves ready before I throw myself at your body.” Being aware is at least a step up in getting over this addiction.

The sun slowly rose higher, light softly filling the room through the curtains, just enough to see but not enough to be blindingly bright either. Cat resisted the want to get up and get ready, seeing as Hawke slept soundly on top of her. He needed as much energy as she did, the day certainly guarenteed to be a long one.

Cat opened her eyes, taking in a slow breath before letting it out softly, almost wondering if she should ty to sleep a little more. But I am not tired, she thought, deciding to just patiently wait for Hawke to wake up.

The early morning went by, and soon enough, Hawke starts to wake up. Giving a small yawn and readjusting the hug he’s got on her. “So...Where exactly do you live?” Saying softly, as he assumes she’s awake.

As per usual, Cat was the one to wake up first, always having been a bit of an early bird as it was a habit that never went away from growing up. The sun was just barely beginning to light up the sky, Cat moving slightly as she stirred awake but pausing when seeing Hawke still using her chest as a pillow.

She remained relatively still afterwards, closing her eyes again but mind already beginning to work, wondering what should be brought with them, if anything, since she could snap up anything they needed once there so long as no one was around to see her.

He slept like a log, still in nearly the exact position he was before he passed out for good. The dreams he was having was of what fun was to be had in London. Seeing new places and such.

The playing with his hair began to slow down to a stop as she herself began to fall asleep, not fighting it at all as she knew she would have to use every ounce of her magic to safely take them overseas to England. That meant getting plenty of rest, Cat not even bothering to snap out of her clothes, both to preserve magic and not accidentally wake up Hawke once more.

Hey, they’re actually asleep. Though from the time they are sleeping, they’ll be more than satisfied when they wake up the next morning. Chances are that one or the other will wake up before the sun rises.