A/N; So this is a monster of a chapter blimey i've ever done so much writing in all my life lmao. It's partially because I don't know when I'm going to be able to update next because I have exams for the next two weeks, which is just lovely right? Anyways, I know where I want this story to go now and there will be a few tweaks to the main game for that but you'll see what I mean. And I've planned Catherine out a bit more now which I hope is more evident in this chapter.

Also a cameo in this chap any of you can guess ;) Please review I'd love to see what you all think!

15th March 1868

That strange feeling flowed through her veins again. A mixture of excitement, adrenaline and rapture. It became more intense with each crack of the rein on the horses' back. It felt like a drug; she wanted to take more, even if it would damage her. It just felt amazing.

A small secretive smile wormed its way onto her face, something that she was unable to help. Perhaps it wasn't the most appropriate response to the current situation at hand. After all her carriage driver had been kidnapped with her companion and herself chasing after them at full speed. It just couldn't be helped. She just felt utterly thrilled by the chase; it was wild and something that she'd never done in her life.

She was always kept at home by her father, only being let outside to practice her fencing or her archery when she was young in the large manor's garden. It didn't last forever as her father passed away from illness when she was twelve years of age and her mother wanted to keep her even more sheltered. There was no more fencing and there was no more archery.

Well, not that her mother knew of anyway.

It continued still, even after she married Jonathan and soon became pregnant with Josephine. The man was determined to follow the actions of her parents. Nowadays being allowed outside was considered a blessing and a curse. A blessing in the fact that she was allowed to feel the fresh air of London and a curse in that her husband always had her followed. He didn't know that she knew and she wanted to keep it that way. Otherwise it would result in a nasty wound that would have to keep her remained inside for days.

It wasn't a Lady's place to question their husband; something that she had, had drilled into her mind ever since her father died. Catherine always tried her best to be a wife; always cared for him when he needed, did what he wanted to please him. She never did understand what she did wrong when he began to beat her.

Nonetheless she savoured the moment, knowing that it was going to be something to cherish for the rest of her life despite the chaos and the danger that was commencing. If anything, it only increased her delight. Her eyes glanced to the side to view her companion, a more serious expression on his face. His eyebrows were drawn close together, his hazel eyes narrowed, concentrating on his target. His hands were knuckle white on the reins. Her eyes fell to the weird contraption on the arm closest to her, one eyebrow quirking up in curiosity. It came up to his elbow and appeared to be quite snug on his arm. She wondered what on earth it was, never having seen such fashion before. She would ask him later, they had much more pressing issues at hand.

Her dark eyes stared forward again, not wanting to be caught gazing at him and distract him on his task that he was focused on. They were only a few metres away from the carriage now but not close enough that they could somehow stop that carriage. It seemed that the carriage they were chasing was much larger than their own, which gave them one disadvantage. Jacob swerved them to the side unexpectedly, causing Catherine to yelp at the abrupt movement.

And there was their disadvantage.

Mister Frye really couldn't drive whatsoever.

If it wasn't for her eagerness, she would be in a panicked state over the near brushes with death that she was having because of the man beside her. She couldn't really complain for she didn't know how to drive whatsoever. She supposed that she was even lucky that a man who she had known for a few hours was actually willing to do this for her.

"Mister Frye, be careful!" She yelled over the howling wind that whipped her mad her in all different direction as they made another swerve to narrowly avoid a carriage that was going extremely slow.

Jacob didn't comment on her words, his concentration still evident. His move allowed their carriage to come closer to the one that held Herbert. There was a long stretch of road ahead of them, no twists and turns like the last hundred times before that. Catherine simply sat and observed Jacob bring down the reins one more time and the horses spurred forward.

Finally, the two carriages were side to side as they matched in speed. Simultaneously, Catherine and Jacob glanced at the driver, finding two men. The two reciprocated their movements, their eyes widening at the two of them. The one not driving whipped out a gun that had Catherine gasping. She sat there frozen as a gun was pointed in their direction, never having faced a gun like this. Any pleasant feeling she had earlier drained from her body completely, dread filling the space that had been abandoned. This was it, this was how she died, and all because she was too foolish in thinking that she'd be able to help save Herbert. She'd never see her mother and her daughter again. And worst of all; Jonathan would be furious.

As a shot rang through the air, someone's hand splayed across her back, pulling her down. The hand bundled itself up in her clothing as it brought her up. This time something whizzed across her chest, scraping against the exposed skin of her collar bone. Catherine let out a cry as metal burned again her skin, tears stinging in her eyes from the pain. Yet no tears feel, having felt far worse at the hands of her husband.

"Catherine?! Are you alright?" Her blurry eyes snapped towards the man who had saved her from a bullet twice, worry evident on his face.

Rather than answering him, she caught the glint of metal against the sunlight. Behind Jacob, the man with the gun grinned maliciously, his eyes intent on Jacob's back as he began to point it at him. She grabbed the front of his shirt, collecting the loose bit of clothes. Jacob's eyes bugged out its sockets, wondering what she was doing. Instead of explaining, she pulled him forward as she fell backward just as several shots rang out. Her hands fell away as he fell on top of her, his front stomach smothering her face, giving her little room to breathe.

She hadn't particularly run her idea through, it seems. Thankfully, Jacob pushed himself up so that she was able to breathe again. As she climbed back over her, he gave her an expression of bewilderment and she could only give him an apologetic one back. He nearly fell onto her again when their carriage was knocked to the side but he caught himself before he did, something she was thankful for. Catherine set back up again just as they were rammed into again.

"They're just taking the bloody piss now," Jacob cussed and she raised her eyebrows in shock at his vulgar language that she hadn't heard very much of in her life.

He shoved something thin into her hands that she took no notice of as he began to move off the seat. She observed him incredulous when he clambered his way onto the roof. He kept his knees bent when he rose from his crouch, his arms out to maintain his balance.

"What are you doing?! No one is driving!" She yelled; panic now coursing through her veins. This man was going to kill them both! What was he even doing? He turned to her briefly, a smirk gracing his features.

"You are, love," With that, he gave her a cheeky wink which caused her cheeks to heat up instantly. Then, he did what she didn't expect.

He jumped across their carriage to the other one.

Her mind whirred at what she had just witnessed; know firmly in belief that he was a madman that had escaped from Lambeth. Who else would complete such feats and leave a carriage without a driver and just its passenger. Her hands tightened around when she holding and she glanced down at what he had given to her only moments ago to find some kind of rope in her hands.

Then it clicked.

She squealed, realising that she was now driving the carriage. Her fingers tightened around the reins, having no idea what she was doing. The lack of action on her part began to cause the horses to slow down, which took her a few seconds to notice for she was still trying to process how to control the horses. That and the fact that Jacob and the carriage was fading away in the distance, panic shooting up her body.

Catherine tried to remember how to increase their speed as Jacob had done earlier. She raised the reins to her eye level, gripping the harness just a little bit tighter to be sure that she wouldn't let go. Then, she quickly snapped the reins back down. She gave a cry as it jolted her agonized shoulder and winced when the rope snapped against the horses back. No doubt feeling just as pained as she was. Catherine repeated the action several more times only to find that she was sorely lacking any strength to even move the horse forward.

She let of go the reins altogether, knowing that any effort she put in was going to be fruitless and she would never be able to catch up with them in time. In fact, the carriage had vanished completely around a corner from what she had last seen. Rather, ungracefully, she hopped off the carriage, deciding that it was better if she didn't drive at all. She didn't want to cause the deaths of half the population within London if she was honest; Jonathan may be a high up policeman that could let her get away with it but she doubted that he would do so. Besides, she would hand herself over. Even the thought of murdering someone made her sick.

Catherine landed on the cobblestone pavement, this time having luck and not falling flat on her face in anyway. A few people stared at her like she had just grown another head but she paid them no mind, knowing that she had more important issues at hand. She collected the fabric from the front of her dress, exposed her stocking clad legs.

She was pretty sure that she had heard a woman sigh before collapsing to the ground.

Once she had bundled up enough, she broke off into a sprint to the direction where she had last seen the other carriage. Along the way, she bumped into quite a few people, all of whom yelled rather nasty sayings towards her that left her cheeks red. She called several apologies as she passed, feeling pretty guilty that she was knocking people over but there was no time to lose. Mister Frye would be hurt because of her silly little quest for finding her driver, whom she feared could have been harmed even more. The Blighters could be on them and even worse; the police. There would be no keeping her antic secret from Jonathan then.

Her thoughts about that kept her rushing forward, the adrenaline pumping through her bloodstream at full force now. She barely even noticed how tight her corset was against her ribs, hindering her lungs from inhaling much needed oxygen to keep the energy flowing. Despite that, she pushed on; she couldn't afford to slow down. Finally she rounded the corner where she had last seen Jacob, skidding when she did so. Her actions caused her to bump into a child, now squealing in pain when she did so.

The cries of the child reminded her much of her own, making her come to complete stop. Catherine rushed over to the child, who was splayed out on the pavement. No one else was paying him any mind, staring at him in disgusted. Catherine glared back at them, finding it revolting that people would not even help a poor little child. Gently, she placed a hand on her shoulder, the other on his wrist so that she would be able to lift him from position on the floor. When she managed to help him upright, she held onto a little tighter so that he wouldn't be able to fall over again. Tears streamed down his dirty and ashen grey face, seeming to actually clean the grim off. Her hands began to rub his upper arms in attempts to sooth him.

"Sweetheart, are you alright? I am ever so sorry for making you fall, I really should be watching where I am going," She started and the boy only stared at her eyes wide, a glint of fear in them.

Oh dear, had she really frightened him that much? Catherine went to open her mouth to apologize further and reassure him that everything was going to be alright, only for another feminine voice to interrupt her.

"Jack!" Her brown eyes snapped up to find an older woman, perhaps in her late thirties, staring at the boy with hands on her hips.

Catherine guessed that this was his mother for he shrugged out of her grasp, sprinting over to the woman. Her hands fell on her lap, watching as the young boy returned to his mother. Another voice came, this time deeper. Her eyes moved away from the boy and his mother and stared up.

There above her was the crazy man who she had thought had been harmed and she gave him a small smile, feeling very glad that he was alright.

"Are you alright?" He wondered, holding his hand out to her.

Gratefully, she placed her hand in his, her finger just about managing to wrap around his large hand. In unison, they both tightened their grip around each other's hands as he helped her from her kneeling position. Once she came to her feet again, neither let go of one another's hands, letting their hold stay. She didn't say anything to him in answer, choosing to just stay into his hazel eyes, suddenly mesmerised by them. Catherine didn't know what was wrong with her all of a sudden, she just found herself entranced by his eyes.

She didn't understand why this man had chosen to help her when she had been nothing but nasty to him even since they had met. Given, her attitude was justified as he did push her driver away and 'kidnap' her. After his actions, she decided that she had forgiven him; she always saw the good in people. And the longer she stared into his eyes; she could see the good within them, shining very brightly.

There was movement from behind Jacob's shoulder, causing her to shake her head. It brought her out of her stupor and she loosened her grip on Jacob's hand considerably. Eventually, they joined hands fell and she dearly hoped that her face wasn't blazing ruby red again. Catherine stepped to the side, noticing that Herbert was the one who was standing behind Mister Frye. A gasp fell from her lips as she took in the state he was in.

His left eye was swollen shut; the once pale skin now an obsidian colour. There was a large cut across his right eyebrow that had dried blood caking his skin. His lips were also swollen, blood leaking out from his nose. Clothes were ripped and torn, exposing several bruises around his body. The man was certainly battered and bruised, very seriously it seemed. Catherine felt tears filling her eyes and blurring her vision. Without hesitation, she hastily made her way over to her friend, wanting to make sure that he was indeed alright, even if he did not appear to be so.

Much like she had done with the boy earlier, she placed her hands on his upper arms, hold tightening ever so slight. Not enough to harm him further.

"Herbert! Who did this to you?!" She explained shrilly, agony overcoming her at the state of the poor man.

What did he do to deserve this? Why was he even taken in the first place? This wasn't at all right in any way! How dare they do this to him? When she found out who it was, she would personally find them and give them a piece of her mind.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

As of this moment, this applied to her very much so.

"I thought it was Blighters but it was policemen, which was really odd," Jacob told her, speaking on Herbert's behalf.

Dread drowned out her previous agony. Its icy tendrils latched onto even inch of her body, filling up her stomach. Without realising, her hands gripped Herbert a little tighter, her breathing beginning to feel a little more ragged as dread found home within her. Guilt soon followed, acting as dread's companion. The two mixed together like a potion, a drug that was poisoning her. It all made her want to vomit right here and right now. In fact, Catherine could feel bile rising up her throat, the acid burning the sensitive skin there. Her tears emerged from their ducts again as the dread and the guilt only became more pronounced as thoughts whirred through her mind.

Herbert was in this condition because of her. This was all her damned fault and she could feel the self-loathing that only ever happened whenever Jonathan beat her senseless. In this moment, it felt like he had been the one to physically strike the blow. How could she forget that her husband had her followed where she went? How could she forget that he made those under his command do whatever he wanted? How could she have been so stupid as to believe that he wouldn't have someone watching all she done today? Because of that, her friend was severely beaten and she had now placed her acquaintance in harm's way.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, causing her to flinch having not expected it to happen for she had been too caught up in her own mind. Her eyes snapped to the side, finding Jacob gazing at her in concern. When she turned to face him, she masked her inner emotion, having done it a million times within the past four years. Instead, she conveyed an expression of unease instead, wanting to keep the emotion limited so that she didn't give anything away. She was sure that Herbert had seen the turmoil that had overcome her face for he had inkling into the type of man that Jonathan was.

Jacob went to open his mouth, not doubt going to ask her if she was alright but she beat him to it, knowing that if she didn't speak now, she would lose her composure.

"We must take Herbert to the hospital; I cannot believe the Police would do such a thing!" The last few words were a lie, but she had to play the part for Jacob to believe that she was being truthful. It worked for he nodded his head in agreement.

"Indeed, those wounds aren't going to clean themselves. But I think it would be best if we took him to a private doctors, out of sight, just in case Blighters come looking for him because I feel as though those Policemen weren't really the Police," He suggested, to which she nodded her head at eagerly.

She let one hand drop from her friend's arm, her earlier grasp on his arm having loosened considerably. Catherine hoped that she hadn't seriously hurt that man when panic had overcome her like a massive tidal wave. She glanced back at her friend, who was now rubbing his arm where her hand had once been and she winced, realising that she had harmed him more than she had meant to. The lingering guilt churned within her stomach for she knew that she was creating more damage than she was doing any good.

"Would that be alright Herbert?" She questioned, wanting to have the man's approval to be treated, not wanting to force him into doing anything he did not want to do.

He may want to go home to his wife and his son, to simply forget about this day that was no doubt traumatic for him. Silently, he nodded his head and she could tell that he had no strength to speak. This time, she placed a careful and gentle hand around Herbert's small shoulders, keeping her touch light so that she didn't press of his wounds. Her small hand covered his fist that was tightly clenched on his chest. She felt him wrap his arm around her waist, though he had no strength to properly hold onto her, which made sadness tug at her heart.

When she had him cleaned up, she would give him time off, consequences be damned. Besides, Jonathan was out of town for a few weeks, so he would get away with it and she would keep his men's focus elsewhere, somehow.

She bit her lip, trying to think about where they could go. Her first thought was to go to her mother's but it vanished as quickly as it came. The moment her mother opened to door to a bloodied and beaten man, she would faint. So that was out of the option. She couldn't risk taking Herbert to her families' personal doctor for he would report back to Jonathan about what had happened.

Another place she could think of was her own home. Whilst she had no skill like a doctor or a fully trained nurse, she had some in patching up wounds, her own to be more specific. Given the state that Herbert was in, more skill was acquired for she was sure that he had more injuries than what was on show. There was also a lady; an old friend of her mother's that she had known when her and her mother moved to London after her father's death. The woman had lived next door along with her husband and she could vividly remember her being a nurse whom worked at Lambeth Asylum. That and her mother and her friend would talk nonstop, always grating her nerves when she was younger.

Catherine turned to face Jacob, who was staring at her oddly, an expression etched on his face that she wasn't able to decipher. Rather than taking the time to study it, she spoke to him instead, her choice made.

"Mister Frye, would it be alright if you could take us to Lambeth Asylum? Of course – you don't have to; we can always get a cab-,"

"Cathy, are you trying to send me back to the Asylum?" His remark and the nickname threw her off for a second, having not expected him to say that.

After all, he had become extremely furious earlier when she had suggested that he had come from such a place. However, there was a smirk splayed across his handsome features, a cheeky glint gleaming within his eye and then she knew that he was joking with her. Her sombre mood lightened a tad, a tiny smile worming its way onto her face.

"What if I was?" She jested back and his eyebrow rose at her comeback, he having clearly not having expected it either. Jacob came towards the pair, the smirk still on his face telling her that he wasn't done joking with her.

"Well, I am quite offended my lady. After all, I did save your friend here would any sane man do that?" He indicated his head towards the carriage that he had jumped on, wordlessly informing her to head in that direction.

She followed his lead, moving both her and Herbert forward, the man beginning to lean on her a bit too much.

"I'm convinced that you are no sane man the moment that you jumped across one carriage to another. It was rather impressive I have to admit," She whipped back, enjoying the banter with him, having never had something like this before.

At this point, Jacob had taken Herbert off her hands. The latter was now leaning heavily on Jacob, whom was doing his best to hold the man up. Catherine hurried towards the door, hand latching onto the handle.

"So you're impressed?" She saw his smirk morph into something more devilish and she could already feel her cheeks flaming before she could stop them.

She really needed to sort this out, it was beyond ridiculous. Her mouth opened to respond to him when another beat her to it.

"Can-can we go, please," The whimper of Herbert came, his voice thick and sluggish.

If anything, she flushed further having being so caught up in her conversation with Jacob she had forgotten that a man was in dire need of medical assistance. Her eyes met Jacob's briefly and he shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Sorry, mate," He apologized, helping the sore man into the carriage, Catherine helping.

The woman joined the man in the cab, wanting to be sure that he wouldn't drop dead on their way to Asylum. Plus, she didn't feel comfortable sitting up in the driver's seat with Jacob. Not because it was him but because she was wary that he would hand over the reins to her again. Something that she never wanted to do ever again.

Once she climbed in, she circled her arm around Herbert again. The man fell on her, seemingly collapsing on her in exhaustion. She didn't mind at all, knowing that he had gone through quite the ordeal. She wanted to question him on what happened properly but she kept them to herself for he deserved to have a rest on their way to have him treat. A cold draft drifted into the carriage and she turned to face Jacob who was standing at the open door of the carriage.

"Thank you Mister Frye," She told him, giving him a soft smile, which he returned. He tipped his flat cap in her direction before moving back to close the door.

"Please don't drive too fast!" She told him in jest and she could hear him laugh, a deep and throaty chuckle as he closed the door.

16th March 1868

The moon now shone, replacing the sun that had set a few hours earlier. Stars seemed to twinkle across the deep, dark sky. They stood out among the smoke that was continually rising from factories scattered across London. There weren't many people outside, save for men and woman dressed in red and black, prowling the streets for their next victim. Apart from that there was nothing, the streets empty. It would quite eerie.

A carriage rounded the corner from the end of the street, a man in a flat cap driving. Within the carriage was Catherine, whom was sleeping in the compartment. Her head rested against the wall. Eyes were firmly shut and her mouth was agape. There was a small bit of salvia dripping from her mouth. Soft snores came from her throat each time that she breathed. Blood stained her clothes, some on her cheek from helping in tending for Herbert. The process had taken longer than Catherine had anticipated for Amelia had been caught up with a patient so they had to wait for the woman. After nearly forty five minutes, Catherine was convinced that the wait was going to be even more extended. Not that she minded of course, she had dropped by the back entrance without warning, she should expected as much.

In that time, she had told Jacob that he could leave for he didn't have to be there anymore, he had done more than another for her and for Herbert. But the man insisted that he was going to stay until he saw the healing process through. To say she was shocked was an understatement, she would have thought by then he would have been fed up with all that he had to deal with today.

Another woman had come by minutes after she had asked Jacob to go, informing her that Amelia wouldn't be available until later on that evening. As the trio made to leave, the woman offered her services that they all, especially Herbert was grateful for. She had introduced herself as Florence and they all set on helping Herbert. The man's injuries had been more severe from what they had appeared to be, his face not even being the worse of it. Apparently, he had been shot twice, the bullets having embedded in his hips and his shoulder. That led to a gruelling process to collecting fragments of metal out of his hip that nearly have Catherine throwing up as they had to hold the man down. His screams still echoed through her mind and all the while, guilt churned within her stomach.

After that had been done, the lot of them left, thanking Florence profusely. The older woman had smiled at the kindly and told Catherine that she would let Amelia know that she had been by. With that they entered the carriage and set off on sending Herbert home. Before Herbert went back into his home, Catherine had given him £50 to do with what he wished and to have the next few weeks off. She even suggested that he go on a holiday with his family, knowing that he very much deserved it after all the chaos she had caused for him. The man had grinned wildly, engulfing Catherine into a hug that she hadn't been expecting and one for Jacob as well. It was safe to say that Catherine was in near hysterics at the expression of fear that had overcome the man's face.

The carriage began to slow to a stop, coming to a sudden abrupt halt. The motion caused Catherine to barrel forward, effectively waking her up. Her eyes snapped open only to come crashing onto the floor, her face making a rather nasty impact. It wasn't just her shoulder that was in pain anymore, it was her entire body. The strain of the day all loading onto her like someone had just placed a weights on her shoulders. Rather than moving from her position, Catherine groaned, the noise muffled. She heard the door open, followed by a gasp of surprise.

"Shit!" Came the crude word that had the tips of her ears burning. Hands were on her shoulders instantly, lifting her up from the floor.

Jacob pulled her out of the carriage altogether, the bitter night hitting her at full force. His hands remained on her biceps, keeping her steady. Her brown eyes locked onto his hazel ones, her face becoming blank. His eyebrows furrowed at her expression, staring at her quizzical.

"You really cannot drive, can you Mister Frye?" At her rude remark, he rolled his eyes, his warm hands falling away.

A small, rather inappropriate part of her brain wanted them back on her body again to which she felt blood starting to make its way up her cheeks. He sidestepped, coming to stand near her at a ninety degree angle. His right arm spread out, hand making a flourishing motion.

"We are here, Madame Wood," He finished with a little bow that had her hand moving up to cover her giggle.

When he stood back to his full height, the smirk on his face told her that he had heard her. Her eyes moved away from him and to the house.

Her mother's house to be precise.

It was a tall building, reaching four stories. The height made up from the slim frame of the house, not at all long in width. It wasn't anything grand, just something simple. Besides the house was a small sweet shop that her mother owned to keep money flowing after her father died. It was dark inside, in both the shop and the house, making Catherine wonder how late it was. Maybe it would have been wiser to go home but she had promised her mother and her daughter that she would be coming to see them today. And she never did go back on her promises. Catherine made to go forward but stopped when she knew that it was be rude to just waltz in and not say anything to the man beside her.

So she swirled to face him. For a few seconds, she just gazed at him, thoughts whizzing through her mind. How could a man she'd known for less than a day make today the most impossible and most marvellous day of her life? Yes, it had started out rocky for she had thought he had kidnapped her and intended to kill her and then learning he might have hurt Herbert. He had stuck with her to find him and even ended up saving the man's life by jumping onto a carriage for goodness sake. All when he didn't have to. She was a stranger to him, a mad woman who had been nothing but ungrateful for his help thus far. To her, this Mister Jacob Frye, was a unique man, having never quite met a man like him before. Which is why she wanted to meet him again. Somehow she would do it.

She reached a bare hand out towards him, having thrown her gloves away after they had become too bloodied. Gently, she placed it on his foreman that was crossed over the other across his chest.

"Mister Frye, I cannot – I cannot thank you enough for what you do for me, for Herbert today. I truly apologize for being rather awful to you today, I just assumed the worst when you took the carriage and Herbert was nowhere to be found. But when you jumped to that other carriage, I forgave you because I knew at that moment you were truly willing to help me, even when you could have told me to go away or even harm me. But you didn't. And – and I just can't put into words how much this means to me," She finished, sucking in a deep breath.

Jacob's face was blank and she felt mortification. Oh she could be stupid when she had the chance; she'd just made an utter fool of herself in front of him. Any other self-decapitating thoughts were gone when she felt Jacob taking her hand.

Much like he had done earlier in the day, he held onto her fingers as he moved his hand up towards his mouth. There he placed a gentle kiss. When he pulled the hand away from his mouth, he seemed to have a much more genuine smile gracing his lips rather than an arrogant one. Her eyes widened, still not used to the gesture. This was now the second time in her life that someone had done this to her and she didn't think that she would tire from it at all. It felt lovely to have some form of affection directed towards her rather than violence.

"It was no bother at all, Cathy. It was fun, if I'm honest I didn't realise London could be so exciting," He let go of her hand and she flushed at the nickname, finding that she quite liked it. Once her hand had fallen back to her side, he brushed past her. She watched him amble his way over to the driver's seat of the carriage, not being able to find the words to speak to him again, unsure what to even say. Sometimes, words didn't need to be used. Jacob clambered onto the seat, collecting the reins in his hands. For a second her heart stopped, realising that she may never see him again, something that she didn't want. She wanted to know more about him; she couldn't put her finger on why. It started again when he turned around to face her.

"Will I be seeing you around?" He questioned lightly but his tone informed her that he was being serious about the request. A smile wormed its way onto her face, mood lifting from what it had been seconds ago.

"That depends where could I find you?" She counted, placing her hands on her hips. In the dim light of the moon and the lamp on the carriage, she noted an expression on his face that she couldn't quite understand. It appeared as though he was debating with himself over something, seeming to be quite serious but she shrugged it off like it was a joke.

"I'll be at the Curio Shop in Whitechapel," He informed her simply, telling her nothing more, a glint glistening in his hazel eyes.

"Wonderful. It was lovely meeting you, Mister Frye," She called, waving at him as he started to drive away from her mother's house.

"Far lovelier for me I think," With that he tipped his hat, winked at her and sped off down the street.

Catherine observed the carriage as it became smaller and smaller down the road, barely being able to see it in the light. When it vanished amongst the fog and the darkness, she let out a small laugh. This had truly been the strangest day that she had ever experienced in all her small life. And yet, it was the one of the best she'd ever had. She shook her head, turning away from her place in staring out into the darkness. At a leisurely place, she wandered her way over to her mothers' home. More specifically towards the trough of plant pots hanging on the edge of the window where she knew her mother's spare key was. She lifted the plant pot, finding it almost instantly. Her mother didn't like it when Catherine did this, always telling her that Blighters would see her doing it and break into her home. Every time, Catherine would just roll her eyes at her mother, the woman too neurotic for her own good. One day, it would be the death of her, she was sure of it.

She turned the key in the lock, effectively opening the door. As she made her way through the door as quietly as she could, she could feel her energy sapping out of her system, the events of the day finally beginning to catch up with her. The door shut softly behind her, clicking into place. Her now heavy eyes zeroed in on the sofa that was extremely appealing to her right now.

The next thing she knew, she'd collapsed onto the soft cushioning not quite realising the implications that her actions would have later that morning.