JULIANA'S EYES WINCED IN the daylight. She let out a breathy puff of air before realizing that Blake had taken off without her or Schofield.

-"You go after him, I'll catch up." She tells him quickly, and Scho takes off. She then quickly unfastens her head piece and stuffs it in her pack for extra bandages. She then takes out the helmet and places it on her head, her hands tremble as she fastens the strap under her chin.

After exhaling a deep breath, she takes off. Thankfully Schofield was tall, so finding him wouldn't be a problem.

Making her way through the trenches was difficult. They were narrow, and the sides were lined with men. She had to squeeze through groups of them to get by. Mud and dirt were everywhere, and her brown boots were caked in it.

Finally, after a taking long strides for a few minutes, she caught up with Will. He seemed to be arguing with a very determined and head strong Blake.

-"You don't know, Blake, you weren't there." She heard him call out. As soon as she was right beside him, he sensed her presence and filled her in.

"You look different," he adds while observing at her helmet. In different circumstances, he might have laughed at how funny she looked.

-"Just thought I'd fit in." She answers with a small smile. She knew what he was thinking, for she felt frumpy.

The three push and shove their way through a large group of men gathered around someone who handed out mail.

-"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Blake uses manners, even though they're in dark, cold, dirty trench meant for war, in France.

Juliana decides to grab Will's pack as they squeeze through the group. This way she wouldn't get separated. Will feels a slight tug on his pack and casts a look behind him. The sight of Juliana lightly clinging to it, eases him and he keeps walking on.

As soon as they make their way through she lets go, and quickens her pace to keep up. Blake turns down a one way street, where the earth is closer in, making it narrower than before.

-"You're going up a down trench you bloody idiots." A Sargent snarls at them.

-"Orders of the General Sir!" Blake responds quickly. All try their best not to bump into people walking towards them.

-"Alright, say the Boche have gone. Nine miles will take us, what, six hours? Eight at the very most. So we've got time to wait until the sun sets. Otherwise we'll be wide open..."

-"It's enemy territory, we've got no idea what we're walking into," Blake cuts him off. Juliana walked behind him. The whole time she listens to Blake, he reminded her of someone she knew so well.

-"Blake, if we're not clever about this, no one will get to your brother." Schofield speaks wisely, causing Juliana to snap out of her thoughts.

-"He's right Tom, please listen!" She shouts, hoping that he heard her. If anyone should be taking advice, it's him.

-"I will." Blake states. The tone of his voice indicating, "end of discussion".

Will and Juliana share a sad look as they approach a junction. They slow down, a flash of fear can be seen in their eyes.

-"We're here. This is the front line." Schofield breaths out. All look around for a moment, taking it in.

-"We need to find the York's." Blake says before taking off again. Will and Juliana don't hesitate to go after him.

-"It's quiet," Juliana observes under her breath  as they hurry along. Will hears this comment and agrees with a nod of his head. It was an eerie silence, and it felt uncomfortable.

As they jog along the front line, Juliana feels eyes on her. She looks around briefly and sees wounded men all around her. Her nursing instincts start to kick in, but the sight of Schofield ahead of her reminds her why she was here.

The wounded notice her, and stretch their arms out. They attempt to grab her attention by quietly call to her. She looks around in distress, trying to block them out.

-"Juliana," she hears her name called. She looks ahead and sees that Will was the one who had spoken.

"you can't save everyone one."

He turns around quickly to make sure that Blake's still in front of him. Juliana catches up and both round a bend in road, Will's words echoing in her mind. She's interrupted by the sound of voices coming from ahead.

-"Here, watch who you're shoving." A Private yells at Blake as he tries to squeeze through another group of men.

-"Get out of the way then." Blake pleads as he tries to get through the large men blocking his exit.

-"Hold on," Schofield says while turning to Juliana. She clutches his pack lightly and he takes off to save Blake. Her grip tightens and she moves closer to him as they approach the younger man. Schofield moves a man in front of him, and is standing next to Blake.

The Private holds a grip on Blake's tunic and Tom hold's him by the collar. Two men surround him, not letting him get through. When they get close enough, Juliana can see tears starting well up in Blake's eyes.

This saddens her and she gulps down the feeling of wanting to cry with him. The wind stings her eyes as she feels them starting to slightly water.

-"Let go." Blake commands, his voice cracking a little.

-"Who do you think you are, pushing around wounded men?" The Private yells at him, poor Blake tries to hold it together.

Juliana tightens her grip even more on Scho's pack. It just felt like the right thing to do, it also held her back from doing anything stupid.

Will pushes his way through the two men, and grabs Blake's arm. He tries to keep everything under control, and Juliana lets go of his pack, seeing how she would get easily put herself in harms way.

-"Let go of me!" Blake yells, trying to stay strong, and keep it together.

-"Stop." Schofield tries to calm him.

-"This idiot knocked our Sergeant down,
the man's wounded..." the Private shouts in a disagreeable tone. He points over towards an NCO with a sling on, who is being helped being taken out of the mud.

-"Alright. I'm sorry, alright, I'm sorry." Blake struggles to break free of the Privates hold. By now, tears of frustration can be seen in his eyes and a single tear escapes from Juliana's as she watches him. She knew what he felt.

Will sees this, and turns when he hears Juliana take a deep breath. He looks back over at Blake, realizing that this wasn't going to end well for the Private if they didn't get out of there sooner.

The Private turns his hand into a fist, his anger simmering. Will pushes his body directly in front of Blake's.

-"We're on commission. Orders from the General." He looks the Private dead in the eye,  informing him in a serious tone.

-"Let me through." Blake repeats, as he continues to struggle.

The Private releases Blake's tunic from his hold and eyes him with a grim expression. His eye then catches something else when he sees Juliana, his expression immediately softening, a bit. Schofield is quick to notice this, and tells Juliana to grab his pack.

-"Get out of the way." He says levelly, although it was in such a calm manner, that even the Private didn't argue.

-"Right. Just watch where you're going."

The other men move aside to give them a passage through. Juliana keeps her eyes ahead as Schofield leads her out of there. The Private and others eye her up and down as she walks away. As soon as they're out of sight, she lets go, and moves beside Will.

They keep moving. Juliana and Will being only a step behind Blake, they watch him closely. Concerned etched in their faces when they share knowing glances.

-"Tom," Juliana tries to call out to him.

He turns around, almost forgetting that she was with them.

-"Yes?" He answers after sniffling.

"I-I. All I wanted to say was, everything's going to be alright. We'll get to your brother one way or another, and we won't let him die."

Blake is silent for a moment. He breaths softly and a seed of hope starts to grow in him.

-"Thank you," he responds, his anxiety slowly fading away.

They continued on, not stopping for a minute.
Small talk was exchanged, and it seemed to put Blake's mind at ease.

After some time, they then make their way over towards a dugout. Schofield asks for Major Stevenson, only to be informed that he had been killed two nights ago, and instead a man call Leslie was in charge.

Lieutenant Leslie, lay still on a small camp bed. Blake wakes him from his slumber, announcing that he had a message from the General.

-"Are you our relief?" He asks the three. Juliana immediately noticed that he sick with the flu. Symptoms being that, his forehead was covered in sweat, his breathing all over the place, and his unusually thin figure.

-"No Sir." Schofield answers. Lieutenant Leslie cusses and stands from his bed. Blake hands him the letter and Leslie rips in open.

-"Settle a bet, what day is it?" He asks the group whilst reading the letter.

-"Friday," Juliana answers. Leslie lets out a chuckle and turns to the men behind him.

-"Well, well, well, none of us were right. This idiot thought it was Tuesday." He points to a man on his right.

The Lieutenant then leads them over to their way out, he seems miserable, but yet, helpful at the same time. They went a through a series of odd situations with the Lieutenant, and they try to stay focused.

-"I do hate losing these to the Hun. So when they start shooting at you, could you be so kind as to throw it back, there's a good chap."

Leslie says causally after handing Blake a flare gun. Blake is too busy to respond as he shoves the item in his pocket.

-"We'll try Sir," Juliana answers earning a laugh from him and a glance from Will.

-"Clever girl! Well, cheerio." He waves before taking a step back. Men gather around as they watch the three climb up the unstable ladder.

Schofield looks between Juliana and Blake. He can see the uncertainty in Blake's eyes, and the fear in Juliana's.

-"You sure?" He asks them quietly while looking back and forth between the two. Juliana on his left and Blake on his right.

Blake nods, and even Juliana could tell that he was lying to himself. She immediately thought of an idea.

-"Wait," she says quickly. Schofield and Blake look over at her. Was she really backing out now? It's not that they didn't blame her, but now, of all times?

"I'm my household, whenever we did anything big, we always made a promise. That way, we'd have to keep our word. I know this is different, but, I thought that I'd let you both know that, I have a promise for both of you."

She pauses, looking them both in the eye,

"No one dies on my watch, I promise."
She had thought about it, but it also came naturally, thanks to her nurse trained mind taking over.

Blake and Schofield register this. They exchange a glance before making promises of their own.

-"I'm not leaving you, I promise." Schofield looks between the two. He felt that that was important for him to promise to them, seeing how he was the oldest, well maybe only by a year or two.

Blake has already made up his mind. He looks to his left and states his with confidence and determination.

-"I'll get us all there safely and back, I promise." He thought that was what he should promise, seeing how it was his assignment.

Their share one last look among each other before Blake moves up the ladder. Schofield stops him in the process.

-"Age before beauty." He says with a small smile, lightening the mood a little.

Juliana smiles to herself before replying with,

-"Yes Schofield, that's why I'm going last."