Recap:
Izzy walks up to me "Izzy. I don't have the time. Okay?" "You're gonna want to hear this...".
I follow her out of the room to the door and.............

Find out what happens in the next chapter!

I stare speechless. "Oh... My... God!!!" I say slowly. Izzy looks between the two of us "So who is this, Ray? Because I'm very curious!" "This is my mother. Anita Petrova. Mom, meet Izzy. My best friend."

Izzy stares gob smacked "woah. Shall I go tell the others?" "No." Mom says.

A quick and vague smile flashes across my face for a millisecond then disappears as my anger fades in. "Why are you here? Why have you brought Roger? Why aren't you dead?" "So many questions with so many answers. Just let me in." "No." My reply is short and definite. Mom turns to Isabelle and starts to compel her but I stop it. Niklaus turns around the corner "well look who we have here. Anita Petrova and Roger Everton come to visit. Well, as your daughter stated, Anita, she does not wish for you to be here." I nod and then scowl at Roger, the new replacement of papa (King William Hamilton).

I turn back indoors then Mother yells "Wait! I need your help. Its Lady Mertflood. She's back in Germany. In our home.". A flash goes through my head of several years ago before I turn around to face ma.

Flashback to 1837 June 17
Lady Mertflood scowls at me "children should be seen and not heard." Mother interjects "she is quite the young lady. Believe it or not but she is twenty years old.". I smile but give ma  a look out of the corner of my eye. Lady Mertflood stands up "You cannot protect your home for much longer. Soon it'll be a pile of rubble." She turns to leave but mum comes up behind her and snaps her neck. "Mama!! Why did you do that!" Ma shrugs "it was a spur of the moment" "sure sure." I say totally not believing her. "Well. The housing lady is dead. You killed her. I'm leaving. That's it. I'll be back next week".

Three days later a telegram boy runs to my door and I answer it. He says "Telegram from Anita Petrova. "She's alive! She must of been drinking y k w at the time! Hurry up on your bloody vacation, daughter.". Will you be wanting to send a telegram back Miss?" "No thank you." "Very well miss. That'll be 3 pound." He says in his cheeky voice. "Have five. For yourself. Don't give it to your company." "Aww ta miss. I can finally treat my little sister to an icecream." He runs off and I pack my bags and head away from Berlin.

Now.

I sigh "Fine. I'll help you deal with her." "Thank you Ravenna!" I grunt "I'll go pack.".

Stay tuned for part three and four!