Chasing Shadows

Missy and Denver expressed their gratitude to the BG ladies in every way possible, before leaving the café, to continue their journey.

After just a few steps, Denver takes her gently by arm, and turns her so they're face to face, he knows instinctively that there is more to this than she has revealed.

Looking deep into her eyes, he didn't need to say a word, she knew the question he was asking.

He could tell from the pain etched in her eyes, that he was not going to be happy with what she was about to say.

As with nearly all their conversations, it started with.

"Denver my love."

She told him what had been revealed to her, and that they'd had two daughters taken from them at birth, not just one, as they'd always been led to believe.

She also explained, how the Elders with the help of her mother, were able to carry this off. With, one child pale skinned, like the father and effectively white, and the other as black as her mother, they could explain it away by exaggerating the dangers to a white looking child, in those vengeful years of anarchy that followed the rebellion.

And how under the influence of the drugs she was given, were able to secretly slip the other child away, leaving her to think that the link she had felt came from the second born child, the one they'd put in her arms, with whom they'd shared a lifetime of absent love and worry.

In all this time, they and the other child had been robbed of even this experience, the only saving grace is that she would have sensed and shared in the love we had for her sister.

She could now understand why it had taken so long for them to track Petra down. Missy was only ever sensing an illusion created by her sister, Shadow.

However, it is Shadow we have to thank for bringing us to this reunion, they are twins and no matter what, will always have an I breakable bond. Petra, will have always felt her existence, but without guidance would have been unable to rationalise her experience.

As tough as he was, the tears welled in his eyes, and were soon spilling down his cheeks. He wasn't a man for public displays of emotion, but on this occasion, it was clear he needed a hug.Wrapping her arms around him, she squeezed him tightly, he didn't flinch, just sobbed like a baby.

It took him all of five minutes to regain his composure and release himself from her arms. She knew that look on his face well and reassured him, that there was no need for the thought of revenge, it is now all part of our unchangeable history and it's to the future we must look.

She kissed him on the lips and wiped all trace of the tears away, and taking his hand she said.

"Come, my love, I have some amazing things to show you, but out of respect we must first go to the hotel and talk with Rue."

With emotions now contained, they continued their walk to the hotel, and upon arrival found, Rue and her partners Lotta an Satchel, sat around a table. They seemed unperturbed by the ruckus of the previous night, retaining their focus on the business and its needs.

Missy thought, what an amazing town, anywhere else, they'd still be hiding under the table.