For Anna that day had been a blur. She alternated between reading the telegram and crushing it in her fingers. Al was dead. Finally night had come and Luc did not. He was not her husband nor was he her boyfriend. She had no tied on him, nor he on her but still, she wished he were here to hold her and take her mind from this reality of war. She was in bed when he came in and she was quiet.<br/><br/>She lay there with her eyes closed, not sleeping but not wanting to talk. Her emotions were too close to the surface and she might say something which could drive him away.  Tears seeped out of her closed lids but no sound escaped her to indicate that she was awake.<br/><br/>Her heart ached with the unknowns of Al’s last days. She imagined the starvation and the pain he endured. Had he been tortured? Had he suffered as he died? Her throat constricted. Where was Misha now? Was he warm? Was he fed? The whirlwind of female worry ravaged her mind. Only when Luciano switched off the light and pulled her close in the darkness did fear begin to subside. His gentle kiss on her skin relaxed her enough that when she heard his even breathing, she drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>There in the room with the sleeping man and woman, barely visible in the dark was a slightly built man with dark hair. He was not an evil entity. He was not a man. Al Silverstein’s ghost looked at his wife in the arms of a living man and sighed. Anna was not a woman of loose morals but she did crave the physical comforts of a man. She hadn’t forgotten him, or else the God of the Jews would not have sent him back from eternity to see her. Al stood there, watching her sleep, the man’s hand grazing her breast as their breathing sounded in unison.<br/><br/>The ghost brushed the blonde hair from her face and she stirred, then smiled, but the smile seemed weary. Al leaned down and kissed her forehead, the one act that typified his love gestures to her. Anna covered the living man’s hand with hers and pulled it to her lips, where she drowsily  kissed his fingertips before drifting back to sleep. Al watched stoically. Life was for the living. But he decided, that if the God of the Jews would permit, he would come watch her sleep often, until he was sure she would be fine. Anna was strong, he knew this, but still he worried as he had worried while in that place. He would also find Misha to watch over him as well. He might be dead, but he deeply loved his family and love conquers all.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, across town at Hamish’s safe house……..<br/><br/>Isolde had stormed across town and slammed the door at Hamish’s safe house. The dishes in the standing cupboards clattered with the force.<br/><br/>“Chaya! Hamish! Anybody home?” she called to the empty house.  Isolde ruffled her short curly hair in exasperation.<br/><br/>Seating herself at the sunny kitchen table, she spread the note on the table to read the message there once again. Orders to a meeting in the morning. No signature. She took out the other note, smoothing it beside this new note. Same handwriting. Same type of a cryptic message. Isolde narrowed her eyes. Who in hell was sending these notes? She felt like she was being set up. Where was that bakery anyway?<br/><br/>Isolde went into Hamish’s study where maps of the city were strewn about. There was a large one pinned to the wall and that had red and blue markers signifying some important location. Down one side was a list of local establishments with grid numbers marking their spot.<br/><br/>“Bakery, bakery, bakery,” Isolde muttered, running her finger down the list once and then again. Finally, she found what she was looking for and found that Hamish had the placed marked with a blue pin. Hmm, she thought, blue must mean friendly or at least neutral, she thought. This place wasn’t far away from here at all.<br/><br/>Chaya came in nearly dancing with joy, chattering about meeting her old friend Luciano. Isolde smiled politely as she listened.<br/><br/>“The florist was very friendly to Luciano,” she said. “He gave him advice on the World’s Fair in New York, and suggested that Luciano take me sometime. I don’t know if he ever will but that would be so fun. Of course, even though he is an old friend of the family, I would need a chaperone. Maybe you could join us.” Her eyes were alight and Isolde hadn’t the heart to crush her dreams so she just nodded.<br/><br/>Isolde thought she heard the house door open and close quietly but if Hamish was there, he was not speaking but had gone straight upstairs. She didn’t think anything of that. He was often secluded with his work and his plans. Isolde had learned she could trust him implicitly without having to know exactly. He would talk when he needed to and not before. Isolde did wonder though, if he had been summoned to the meeting as well or if it was just her and Yvonne.<br/><br/>For sometime now, Isolde had put magik away and solely trained to become a bomb master to deliver death to the Nazis, but tonight, she felt the need to know more of what was to come. She excused herself from Chaya, claiming that she needed to study. Chaya respected the odd ways of both Hamish and Isolde, their need for solitude so she said she would begin dinner.<br/><br/>“I’m not very hungry, myself,”Isolde told her from where she stood on the stairs. “Just some cold cheese and fresh bread would take the edge off. You have had a wonderful day and it would be a shame to ruin it with mundane work. Unless you want to cook. I know you enjoy it.” Isolde waved her hand, “Never mind me. Make yourself happy. You deserve it. Someone around here deserves it.”<br/><br/>Before Isolde could make it to the top of the stairs, a knock came on the door. Isolde stopped, watching<br/>as Chaya answered the door. There stood a small, slightly built dark haired woman. Isolde recognized her but was truly puzzled.<br/><br/>“Adina?” she called, coming rapidly down the stairs. “What are you doing in Mittenwald?”<br/><br/>Chaya gave Isolde a scolding look and invited the woman in.<br/><br/>Isolde ushered her into the parlour and began her interrogation again.<br/><br/>“What are you doing in Mittenwald?”<br/><br/>Adina took out a paper from her purse. Isolde recognized it as the same paper that she had in her possession.<br/><br/>“I was told to come to Mittenwald to a meeting in the morning and I was told to find you, here, prior to that meeting. I thought you had sent this to me.” She answered simply.<br/><br/>Isolde was agape,<br/>“I don’t want any new clothes.” She said abruptly.<br/><br/>Adina smiled at her and answered,<br/>“I’m not here as a seamstress, Isolde. I’m here to combat evil. I know mysteries and I know that you possess some mysteries as well. I have seen the people in the streets in Munich. They are possessed of evil, as if their very souls have been taken from them. They live. They function. But they are not in control of their minds and hearts any longer. It is time for us to band together, you and I.”<br/><br/>Isolde ruffled her short curly hair with her hand and breathed out sharply.<br/><br/>“Adina. This is much bigger than just you and I.”