Blackout. Winter and they're tucked away, far away from the light. Agnes has her ear to the door, listening for the planes. She's been like that for the last hour and Blanche has gotten bored of it; reading to Eunice and Mrs Thack from one of her books. They look up when they hear the gasp.

"I can…hear them." Agnes, even in the dark shadows, looks crestfallen. "Come over here, darling. We've got blankets."

"I want to listen."

"Agnes. Come."

Like a naughty, anxious child she drags her feet. Blanche takes her in her arms when she sits on the cot. "You're freezing, love."

"Sorry…"

"You can have my coat, Lady Agnes-" Eunice pipes up but she shakes her head. Eunice has made her smile with the offer. "Thank you. That's very sweet. But I'll be fine." They snuggle up together for the rest of the evening, fast asleep on the shelter cot until morning.