“Are you okay?” I asked as Silva slowly sat up. Her expression made it look like she aged several years in a matter of seconds. To top it all off she looked like she was about to throw up again.

“What do you think?” she asked me sarcastically with a dumbfounded look.

“Sorry. However, that does save me some time. Do you understand why we need to stop Merlin now?” I asked with an apologetic tone that to her I guess didn’t sound sincere.

She didn’t answer but instead looked over at her mother’s corpse then at Tim who had gone back to lazing around. Closing her eyes she fell on her back and looked as if she was taking a nap. I wanted to get her attention but figured that it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to bother her too much after that experience.

“I have a few questions.” Silva finally said after a few minutes.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Am I really going to marry that drunk man?” she asked with an embarrassed tone.

“Yes.”

“You lied to me to keep me away from Medea a few days ago?” she asked with an annoyed look.

“Yes. are you mad?” I asked.

“A little. However, I can understand why you did it so there is no point in me being mad.” she replied with a sigh.

“...”

“One more question?”

“Of course.”

“What is a MILF?” she asked with a confused look.

“... you don’t need to know that.” I replied in hopes that it would keep her from asking further.

“But you keep thinking of Medea and my mother as MILF’s. I want to know why.” she continued.

“As I said, you don’t need to know that. Do you have any questions about time travel or perhaps Merlin?” I asked.

“Not really. It has been slowly coming to me through your memories. I am worried about whether I survive my battle with Merlin.” she replied as I successfully turned the conversation away from MILF’s.

“I’m not sure of that either. However, I believe that you survived. We won’t know until we return.” I said.

“I understand. So what now?” she asked with a determined look.

“You’ll be on your own for a while I guess. It would probably be best if I just went to meet you before you get killed. Then we’ll fake your death and send you to 1889 so that you can meet with the past me. I’ll have to pop in and out depending on when the past me is asleep though.” I said, offering an idea.

“Okay. I’ll see you in around fourteen years then.” she said.

“Correct. Now, to return you to your time.” I said before grabbing her shoulder. As soon as I did I closed my eyes and focused on the alleyway we were in before. Like every time before I opened my eyes to find myself in the same spot I had imagined. The only difference was that Silva was vomiting once more. However, she had vomited all that was in her stomach before so all that came up was stomach acid and mucus. The sight was sickening to watch.

“Never do that again!” Silva yelled at me as soon as she had regained her composure.

“Sorry. Though how exactly was I supposed to bring you back? My pendant doesn’t work while I’m there for some reason. Can’t figure out why.” I replied with an apologetic expression.

“Whatever… just go and I’ll see you in fourteen years.” she said with an angry tone.

“Fine.” I said before closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once again, I was in Whitechapel early in the morning. Looking around I noticed that I was probably a block or so away from the apartment. Walking through an alleyway I saw the apartment with Silva and Scott both heading off in different directions. I assumed it was so that they could each make their rounds of the city. Just as I was about to go up to her and talk about the next part of the plan Elysif appeared out of the pendant. Stopping me from walking up to Silva.

“What is it?” I asked with a confused look.

“Do you know what the date is? Do you know where we need to fake her death? No, so let’s figure that out before making any moves.” Elysif asked with a good point. I hadn’t even started thinking about any of that.

“Alright then. Any thoughts?” I asked.

“Well, I do know that she died in the early morning near Canary Wharf. She and Scott were checking out some werewolf slave traders.” Elysif said.

“Okay then. We head to Canary Wharf and find these slave traders I guess.” I replied with the simplest answer.

“Yeah, but please stop and look at a newspaper or something so that we know the date. It would be really bad if we ended up faking her death on the wrong day.” Elysif said before disappearing back inside the pendant.

“No need. I’ll just use my ability to transport us to Canary Wharf on November 7th. We can split up and look from there.” I said. Closing my eyes and opening them, I was at Canary Wharf.