Oh there's no place like London...

Dude...she must be dead. She went back in to save a baby, and never came out...

Oh my gosh, Nellie was my only character that I liked...

O_O UH-OH that's not good *has funeral*

Just pretend she came out *nods*

good, she's not dead!

Edmund: "Oh, no, no, no! You must be mistaken! I-I'm disease ridden! I'm strange! I haven't any manners to ny name!" The servant blinks. "Yes...but you're the only son. So come along then." I feel my eyebrow twitch at all of the excurtiating torture Ambrosia had to go through. "Sure...just give me one moment to make my bed." He rolls his eyes. "You have a maid to do that." "Yes but a man must learn the complicated ways of his own sheets! An I demand to do this in privacy!"

So...she's just...collapsed somewhere. Holding a dead baby and with a broken arm or something?

creepy visual, but why not?

Ambrosia - I pace outside the hall. "Oh my." I frown.

Good point. Where is Esther? She never went in the building

hmm..

Edmund: As soon as I shoo the servant out, I turn around and curse. "Sorry, Ambrosia," I say as I grab some clothes and hurriedly get dressed. I throw open the window and try my best to shimmy down all the different angles and planes of out complicated house.

And Noah and Canery knew she was in there, right? Okay...so...hm. Maybe Esther is hysterical somewhere?

Ambrosia - "What are you doing?" I hiss. "You could get hurt!"

Dustin woke up among a flurry of pillows and feathers and colorful scarves. He yawned, looked around, remembered where he was and sat up. Then he spotted something familiar. His hat was on a shelf. The gypsie lady must have put it there yesterday. Maybe he could get it without anybody noticing, if he was tall enough.

Edmund: I nearly fall off when I see Ambrosia looking down at me from the window. "Oh...hullo," I say and then continue climbing except this time much faster than before. I eventually hit grass and take off for the street. Freedom!

Noah: "I wouldn't do that if I were you," I say as I look at the kid from my own pile of pillows and blankets. "She'll saw your hand off or something." She was out in the forests for now gathering more herbs while I was still recovering. Hope we won't be getting too many customers today...

Ambrosia - "Edmund!" I yell out and hurry down the stairs. A maid stops me, "My lady, please remember your training, a lady never runs, scurries, or hurries." she says. I shove past her and go quickly outside. I breath heavily and cry out. I get on the carriage, "To the town!"

Canary: she saw someone dash by her window. "Edmund?" She blinked.

Esther
Tears poured down my face, the dust and ash from the fire leaving streaks. They hadn't let me go into the mansion, though. They thought I was too young. By that time, my sister was dead anyway. I wept openly, my world ruined. She was my only friend, my only family. Yes, we got in fights sometimes but she was my twin, and I loved her with all my heart. I loved her crazy plans, I loved her stubbornness, I loved the way she tried to save everybody, all the time. Now it was all gone

Dustin: he blinked. "You read my mind?! That's bloody amazing!"

Edmund: Ok, where to go, where to go? Street urchins are definately out- they'll kill me! Friendly prostitutes? They'd smother me and pinch my cheeks. A friend's house? They'd throw memoir as soon as they knew why I was running. I spot the gypsy caravan and start heading over, but frown when I spot the "closed" sign. I end up heading for the lawn shop instead and hurry in.

Esther
Standing up shakily, I looked down at my now tattered and filthy dress. My red curls were totally tangled, my grey eyes distraught. Nobody would help me

Ambrosia - I get to town and go over to the gypsy's place. I see the sign but knock anyway.

Canary: She laughed when he darted in. "Need a place to hide I presume?"