"Now, Lily, make sure that ya rest it, for the next day or two." She advised, as she helped the older woman to her feet.

"But Sidney'll still want his dinner. Ya know what he's like................."

"Sid might, and I do know him, far too bloody well. But if he wants ya to get better, then he can make do for a day or so. Either that, or if he has any trouble with it, ya can tell him to come and see me, and I'll make sure that he doesn't question my orders again........." She assured, as she assisted the other woman down the few wooden steps of the caravan.

"(Y/n)!" A voice called out. Both women turning to see one of the boys racing towards them. Holding what looked like piece of paper firmly in his hand.

"Frankie...............?"

"I............I was in tha village, and tha postman gave me this for ya............" The boy managed to inform her, as he did his best to catch his breath. Holding up an envelope for her to take.

"Me............but that's not...................." She began, as she took the letter. Her eyes growing wide as she saw the writing. A writing that she recognised.

It had been a long time since she had seen this hand. Even longer since she had seen the man who had penned it. It sometimes feeling as though he, as if knowing him, had been a lifetime ago. Aberama Gold, a very dangerous man, that could kill as easily as he breathed; but to her, she had never seen him like that.

She had first met him when she had gone with her mother, to aid with the birth of his latest child. Her mother assisting Aberama's wife, as she had run back and forth for hot water and clean linens. And it was during this time, she had noticed him watching her. A soft smile on his lips, as she moved by him. The glint in his eyes, something that she had not really understood too much at the time, given that her mother had done her best to keep her away from men.

(Y/n) had been told that Aberama had asked about her after the birth of his son, Bonnie. That he had even gone to her mother and asked if she had been promised to anyone yet. Her mother taking great delight in sending him away with a flea in his ear; informing him that he should be more concerned with his wife and children, than with her daughter. Yet, as (Y/n)'s mother had passed on, quickly followed by Aberama's wife, he had begun to visit the caravan in which she lived and worked, more and more. The Romany making up all kinds of sicknesses just so that he could come and call on her. (Y/n) having to admit that she had quite enjoyed the conversations that they would have. How he would ask her about the special potions that she had the ability to brew. That same look in his eyes, as he had allowed her to care for his imagined injuries. One of his evenings visits, resulting in her care turning into something more; Aberama leaning over and capturing her lips with his. (Y/n) finding herself moaning, as his hands roamed her body; the pair laying on the rug that covered the planks of the caravan. She had known she should have pushed him away, that she should have protested; yet there was something about the man that she could not refuse. That wicked smile and glint in his eye that would make her heart beat faster whenever he so much as looked in her direction, making her forget herself. The whole scene becoming quite heated, until a knock had come to the side of the caravan. (Y/n) sure that things would have ended with them both in her small bed, if a man had not come looking for the Romany assassin.

But all that had been a long time ago now. Though that didn't mean that she had forgotten about him since they had gone their separate ways. Didn't mean that she hadn't wondered about him. That when the campfire had started to die down and most of the lanterns had been blown out for the night, her thoughts wouldn't drift back to that evening and what could have happened.

"Well...............?" A voice came, shaking the distant memories from her mind.

"Who's it from..............?" Frankie enquired, as (Y/n) just seemed to look at the pale envelope.

"Bleedin hell, Frankie Smalls; you don't half like stickin your nose into other people's business, don't ya............? Anyone would think ya were working for the local bobbies........" (Y/n) said, as she opened the letter. The young boy smiling cheekily up at her, as the letter was carefully removed from the envelope. That same smile faltering as he saw the look in (Y/n)'s eyes.

"(Y/n).......what............?" Lily asked, as the old woman and young boy looked at one another.

"Frankie............."

"Yeah...............?"

"I want ya to go back to the village, and to the train station. I want ya to find out if there are any trains running between here and anywhere near Birmingham........"

"Birmingham.........? What do ya want ta go ta Birmingham for............"

"Just go and do it, ya cheeky little shit. Haven't ya learnt yet not to go and ask stupid questions about my bloody business? Now get off with ya.........." (Y/n) replied curtly. Giving Frankie a quick kick up the backside, before the boy was sent racing off.

"I have an old friend to go and get reacquainted with............."