I am angry with my mother for not disclosing the whole truth of my parent's involvement with The Surgeon and her people. But, I understand her reasons, and I guess she has more than redeemed herself, as without her we never would have reached this level of relative success. AND, Tan and I are truly grateful to her for creating the unbreakable bond that we have.

That said, I can't shake this hurt that her withholding this info from us, and the fact that she actively led me believe that The lady was a person I loathed and not the girl I loved. Also, I have a niggling feeling of finality, that these are mum's final hours. But I keep these thoughts to myself.

Kelly, mum and I have had a final heart to heart and we have made our peace. In a short time, mum will be undergoing a pioneering procedure to re-engage her brain with her body. If it succeeds it will be something akin to a medical miracle. If it doesn't succeed, well... actually I don't want to think about that right now.

As Tan says, It's important to always keep a positive mental attitude. AND, Did you see what I did there? Of course you did.

Imps – they're slowly but surely ingratiating themselves with London's children, becoming their inseparable friends for life. As Drew says, 'when a cult or organization indoctrinates children of seven, they've got them for life.'

Drew has filled us in on all the facts and figures collated from Tony's careful monitoring of online data.

Currently, six hundred and sixty six imps have been purchased, and are active within London. Tony is trying to decipher if every imp has its own topknot controller, or whether a person with a topknot is designated a number of imps to control. This is important information, as we will then know the size of the 'human army' we're dealing with.

Something else that Tony has discovered is that we have all the Kade dolls, secured and safely stored away, and no further dolls have been manufactured. Which makes me feel a whole lot better; trust me, it's not cool walking around with the knowledge that some kid might be about to flick of the plastic plonker on a Kade doll, to turn it into Keisha – and I feel the resultant pain in the penis: ouch!

One thing we've all noted is that the horrific attack of the child on his mother when she took his imp has not been reported in any of the press. Troy suggests it was probably dismissed as just an unfortunate domestic incident, which is a worry.

While Tan is in the shower, I fix myself a cup of lavender tea, hoping it's calming properties might work on my anxious mind.

Returning to our room, the door is slightly open, and I pause and look.

I'm staring at Tan, who's sitting on our bed wrapped in a bath towel. Her newly cropped hair is wet and standing up in little porcupine like spikes; while droplets of water run in rivulets over her bare shoulders.

Her face is tilted slightly downwards and she's deep in thought. She looks so wistful and vulnerable, and as I continue to stare my mind begins to wander back to my childhood days. The images in my head are hazy, grainy, they appear in black and white, but I do recall the delicate little girly/boy who for the short time with us would be happy, before filling with fear when he had to leave us.

Now, I'm filled with a passionate desire to protect her. The strength of the feeling takes me by surprise, as it's almost violent in its intensity, so much so that my body trembles and my shoulder brushes the door, alerting Tan to my presence.

She looks at me and smiles; whatever the thoughts that were crowding her head seem to slip away, "You made me a cup of tea, how sweet of you," she beams. I sit next to her on the bed and hold the cup to her lips, "It's our tea, we're sharing it," I say, gently tipping the cup towards her parting lips, allowing her a small sip.

A trickle of tea misses her mouth and slowly trails over her chin and down her neck. When the tea trail reaches her décolletage, I catch it with my tongue and re-trace its journey back up to her waiting lips. Our lips meet and I gently lay her down on the bed and untie her towel as our mouths merge and melt into each other.

Mmmmmm – making love with lavender tea: awesome.

Afterwards, as we dress, Tan notices me check the time, "Let's go for a long walk, have a fun day out. It's not good for your state of mind to be here when your mum's having her procedure," she says.

There's an atmosphere of taut anxiety in our living area. Kelly paces the room, "Troy and I are going out for the day, to take in some galleries, go back to the museum. We see no value in hanging round here, waiting," she says.

"We're doing likewise," says Tan.

Drew stands up from his computer, "You folks try and relax, take your mind off what's happening today. I'll take care of Kelvin and the baby." His computer screen flickers and it suddenly reveals a monitored image of the operating theatre with Kade and Kelly's mum's body being prepared. Kade flinches and turns away, while Drew immediately cuts the scree, "And of course, I need to be here, to assist the medical team, should they need me," he says, with empathy.

Troy enters, and when grabbing his jacket, he notices Kade's distress, "Are you ok, you look like you've seen something..." he looks at us all..."has something happened, while I've been getting ready?" He asks, anxious.

Kelly takes his hand, "No, we just caught sight of mum's physical body being prepared, it was a little unsettling." She inhales, as if to clear away the tension, "So it's best we go distract ourselves," she says, grabbing her jacket from the back of the sofa.

At the door Kelly turns to us, "Stay safe folks." Troy puts his arm around Kelly's shoulder, "Whatever the outcome, we've got each other, we've come so far, and we will go the distance and be free of The surgeon's malevolence," he says, with confidence.

I lift my hand as they go to leave, "Goodbye folks." Suddenly Kelly turns back, rushes to me and says, "Kade, don't say that, you sounded so final! Say see you later," she says, grabbing me in a tight hug. "Sure I will, that's what I meant," I say, returning the hug.

But the truth is, I can't shake this feeling of finality.

No sooner have Kelly and Troy left, when Kelvin comes bounding in, full of childish exuberance, "Finally, the moment has arrived, my wife may be reunited with her body once again," he says, jumping up and down.

When I heard him say finally, I flinched and grabbed Tan, eager to get out of the hospital and into some fresh air, to rid myself of these final thoughts.

London is enjoying a clear blue-sky day. It's late morning, so most of the locals are busy working; hence the streets are populated by tourists of every nationality. "What do you wanna do first?" Asks Tan.

"I really could do with a trip to The Imperial War Museum; learning about War Strategy will take our minds of mum, and could be useful," I suggest.

"Great idea," says Tan, checking her phone. After a quick search, Tan says, "Lambeth is the nearest underground, let's go take the tube," she says grabbing my hand.

A few yards from the underground station, Tan abruptly stops, the suddenness' of her holt, jolts my shoulder joint, causing a ping of pain, "What is it Tan?" I ask, slightly irritated.

She doesn't answer; instead, I see her lips moving as she reads. I follow her stare. She's looking at a sandwich board newsstand, just slightly out of my view. Moving into to view it, I read the headline: PANIC MOUNTS AS GROUP OF LONDON SCHOOL CHILDREN AND THEIR TEACHERS VANISH AFTER TRIP TO BRITISH MUSEUM.

We glance at each other, grab a newspaper, and descend down the escalator into the bowels of London's Underground Rail System.

The morning rush hour is over and only a few people populate the platform.

When a train thunders in, Tan and I jump onto a carriage that contains just a few tourists and begin to read voraciously.

We finish at the same time, look at each other and talk simultaneously over each other: "That's the group we saw."

"The article doesn't mention the imps." Says Tan.

"It wouldn't, people think they're just benign toys."

"One of the teachers had a topknot," says Tan.

"It says anyone with any info should go to the Police."

"Are you suggesting we go to the Police?" Asks Tan.

"It's time we involve the authorities, tell them what we know, it's only fair for the kids and their parents."

Tan nods her head, "I totally agree."

We are so deep in concentration and thought that we hadn't realized the tube had stopped at a station and we are now alone on the carriage, "We'll get off at the next stop; and we need to call Kelly and Troy, let them know what we're doing," I say.

"Absolutely, now's the time to involve the authorities," agrees Tan.

Our heads swivel in tandem as the door to the adjoining carriage swings open and a guy steps in, "This way children, into this carriage and sit down immediately." A line of excited school children snake into the carriage and jump onto the seats opposite us.

When they're all in I count twelve, and note six are cradling imps. Three women enter with the guy and take their seats.

The guy remains standing and holds onto the ceiling rail. I fixate on his baseball cap and as I do, he whips it off with his free hand, triumphantly revealing his topknot. Tan and I note his nefarious smirk, as he says, "Settle down children, there'll be plenty of time for fun and frolics when we reach our Final Destination...