After the entire family had a scrumptious dinner though they ate in silence, due to the turmoil that took its place yesterday, Jude rushed with finishing her dish as well and get back in the bed to rest until her downhearted condition improves as soon as possible and it was her final day in London with her husband and children. 

She just laid in her bed, reading a classic literature by sitting on the bed as the thick silken wine red blanket blanketed almost every inch of her body that was clothed in black satin nightie, mildly above the knees. 

Agnes and the twins were already gathered in the children's room and wrapped up warmly to sleep after being bathed and their garments were changed after dinner. 

Anna watered the flowerbeds in the grand yard, whilst Daniel was having a grave discussion with Julietta and Timon in the living room and John was with Timothy in Daniel's bedroom, rummaging for additional piece of evidence that has to do with his abhorring actions the day before. 

A half an hour later after the blonde got weary of reading, she left the book on the left nightstand as a door tap caught her attention immediately, evoking plainly:

"Yes? Come in." 

In the meanwhile, Anna, Jude's sister-in-law stepped up in the couple's bedroom, closing the door in front of her, wearing a sheepish, sympathetic smile, honed up in the corner of her naturally rosy-coloured lips.

"Oh hi, Anna!"

"Hi Judy! Is your mood improving?" The slightly younger woman enquired concerned, approaching the king-sized bed by seating on the edge of it.

"A bit better than before." The former pious woman confessed truthfully, sighing a sigh of relief as she took her sister-in-law's smooth, petite hand into her. "It's for now."

"I am relieved you have a little improvement. Nonetheless, it's still worrying you are in the bed almost the whole day with a few exceptions as well." The brunette replied anxiously, grasping the blonde's hand as she placed her sole free hand on her chest, feeling her hammering heart in her chest.

"I don't want to see this disgust predator," The former sister of the church muttered out as she fixed on her hazelish-brown eyes on Anna's hazel orbs, wiping her vaguely sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. "Don't get me wrong, please!"

"I am not getting you wrong, dear! You shouldn't be worried at all." The younger lady attempted to reassure her brother's wife in velvety voice. "At least, you are leaving tomorrow with Tim and your lovely rays of sunshine."

"I know how much I am going to miss you but I will be fine once I am home." 

"You should rest and not pressure yourself with overthinking about the attempted rape yesterday." Her thumb kneaded the back of Jude's creamy, elvish hand. "All you need is to think about something else. Not recall this accident."

***

"Rare bird?" Timothy addressed her very softly, looking up at his exceedingly vulnerable, impotent wife, whose hands were covering her face, concealing her puffy, rufescent eyes as she couldn't suppress the sore feeling of staying in the bed almost for the entire day by getting from it for a handful of occasions. Wry, crystal tears streamed down her pale cheeks as Timothy clasped his muscular, strong arms around her upper back, pulling her in a tight, comforting hug as his chin rested on the top of her head. "Is anything wrong?" He furthered with his inquiry. 

"I am so sick and tired of it." The menancholy hit her like a jolting lighting bolt in the somber sky, unable to control herself as she removed her hands from her face by snaking them around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She was beyond hurt by Daniel and his plan, plotting to take away her from Timothy, in spite of Jude wasn't feeling the same thrill as Daniel for him. "It's tiring me to be in bed for almost twenty four hours as I get from the bed only for food, using the bathroom and that's it." It was her turn to cry, expressing her dissatisfaction of the consequences of Timothy's older brother predatoric demeanor that traumatized her to edges. 

"Judy! Honey, I understand how tormenting is it but we will be back at home tomorrow and you will be able to wander around our castle whenever and wherever you want." Their hearts were pulsating against one another's ribs as their torsos were pressed together, absorbing mutual, loving warmness. Further, her incessant bawls and sobs swam in the room as they were luckily all alone. "This period of time will pass once we are out of here."

She released her fountain of bawls, her gushing down tears moistened his mere T-shirt's cotton fabric not until they broke off the embrace as she managed up to wipe her drying, last tears that fell on her face, sniffling as Timothy moved his mammoth hands to her face, cupping it in the palms of his hands as his thumbs kneaded gently her perfect cheekbones. Then her sobs diminished as it vanished in the limbo, no longer existing.

They took their time to admire one another's fascinating facial features as the former monsignor's radiant, benevolent smile shaped on his face as she couldn't help, but returning the smile that blossomed on her face. 

"Thank God, we will return in Boston tomorrow." The middle-aged woman chattered softly as she lowered her rest as her forehead rested against his. "I love you very much, darling!"

"I love you too much more, rara avis!" She captured his luscious lips in hers, sealing them with a lustful, hypnotising kiss, shutting their eyes as they relished the wonderful, breathtaking moment of their potent connection.

***

A few weeks later

27th of March, 1970

Hours before the Howards to leave for Boston a handful of weeks prior, Jude was feeling much better, in fact, her impatience couldn't endure anymore the pain to see her friends and release herself from the sore bind, she was trapped in its venomous spiderwebs on the second day after their arrival in London. 

She genuinely missed Anna, Julietta, John and Timon, although she hasn't forgiven Daniel yet after the incident that took its place in the grandiose, three story mansion. He hasn't even dared to face her to ask for her forgiveness as well.

As the days approached quickly than the expected as the Howards are going to attend Elsa Mars's show to watch it tonight, the children were unbearably eager to attend it and watch their enthralling idol on live for first time instead of watching her on the television screen as enthusiastic viewers. 

As the saturating, gleaming sunrays dispersed through the large French window in the living room, bathing the room in sunlight, Jude reclined on the sofa as she held Agnes in her secure, affectionate arms as the both females were asleep, whereas flattering in the serene atmosphere that invaded the living room, the gramophone music played in the background.

In this moment, Timothy was playing with the twins as he supervised them in general, while they were riding a bike in the yard as their rejoiced laughs and screams diffused like a contagious epidemy, infecting its surroundings.

"Dad, look at us!" Ellie cried out merrily, focusing on her path as she was still riding her violet bike in the yard, being cautious to not fall from it.

Timothy omitted a cheerful chuckle, escaping his plump lips that trembled its angrlic anthem.

"I am very proud of you, my rays of sunshine!" The former priest responded jubilantly as he was watching the twins, a charming smile distorted across his lips.

"Slow down, Tris!" The young girl opted to cheat by persuading her younger twin brother to decrease his speed.

"It won't be fair at all." Tristan replied dryly.

"We will see." Ellie scoffed him by showing a tongue in teasing manner as she glanced at the light-haired boy until she unintentionally collapsed in a tree, hitting her head as she fell on the grassy ground, yelping in severe pain, as a result of not payimg attention to her road.

"Ellie!" Tristan and Timothy shouted all as one as the young boy got from his bike, rushing up to the injured brunette, who held her knees, curled up in a ball on the grass, weeping uncontrollably.

"Sweetie, are you alright?"

"I'm not." Bittersweet, sore tears tumbled down her plump face, her hands held her complexion. "It hurts." The kindergartener whined as her injured knees scorching ache sleeved her scraped knees. 

"Everything will be fine, little angel! I will be back in a matter of seconds. Tris, look after your sister. " The former man of the cloth promised as he scurried up to the front door by leaving the door askew as he rushed up to the kitchen hastily to gather frozen food from the freezer.

In the interim, the blond boy stroked delicately his twin sister's head.

"Shu, shu, shu, Ellie! You are going to be fine." The little boy reassured his sibling.

"Spinnin' wheel all alone. Talkin' 'bout your troubles and you never learn. Ride a painted pony let the spinnin' wheel turn. Did you find the directing sign on the," The gramophone's music played in the living room's background eloquently, high-spirited. 

Suddenly Jude stiffed with Agnes, coming to their senses at last, opening their eyelids reluctantly.

"W-what's going on?" The former pious member of the clergy grumbled in husky voice, partly blinking as she was disoriented as soon as she heard the stomping footsteps in the kitchen.

"Daddy's in the kitchen!" The little blond girl cautioned as they looked over their shoulders by making sure if somebody was inside the kitchen from far away as they beheld the former priest scamper by holding a nonirritating soup, heading up to the yard by opening the door, without closing it. "Now he's gone."

"For crying out loud, we should check on what's going." She peeped at the window, noting her injured older daughter lying on the grass as she curled up in a bad, being encircled by her slightly younger twin brother Tristan and Timothy. 

"Straight and narrow highway. Would you mind a reflecting sign? Just let it shine within your mind and show you the colors that are real." Blood, sweat and tears' song still played, ringing hallowed hymns in the both females' ears as they were rather focused on the current issue that affected them. 

"What's it?"

"Your sister had an accident. It's better to make sure if she's doing alright. We are missing so much." The blonde walked off the living room as she vaguely sped up, holding Agnes in her arms. 

***

"You will need some rest, Ellie!" Jude comforted Ellie as she and Agnes were the sole family members, who currently surrounded her as the eldest daughter laid in her bed in the children's room, wrapped up warmly in a blanket after the bike accident. Further, the blonde seated on the edge of her bed since a few minutes ago.

"Mom, does that means we will attend Elsa Mars's show tonight?" The inquisitiveness of Ellie about the tonight's plans worried her as she was eager to watch her idol's show on live and having the opportunity to meet her in person. 

"Of course, we will, sweetheart." The former pious member of the clergy stroked her daughters' heads, admiring their hairs' softness, offering her a beneficent smile, flourished across her lips. Tingles in their stomachs especially Ellie's infected her body with shivers down her body of sweetness and pleasure, relishing it. "What you need now is to rest and relax!" She furthered. 

"Alright!" Ellie pouted her lips as her head collapsed on the pillow as Agnes crawled to her older sister considerately as their eyes met, developing an intense eye contact. "Sissy Agnes!"

"Ellie! I luv you."

"I love you too." Meanwhile Agnes peppered with delicate kisses on her sibling's cheeks, emboldening her to feel better than before as the middle-aged mother couldn't help but gaze down at them in awe, admiring their sorolal relationship as her smile grew on her complexion.

When Jude found out what happened to her older twin daughter, subsequently she clarified her to not do this ever, as a result of her childish stupidity. 

At last but not least, Ellie, Tristan and Agnes were beyond impatient for tonght's show of the spectacular and talented German emigrant.

***

"Monsignor McKenzie?" Lana and a couple of colleagues of hers cornered the juvenile, strong-willed priest on the parking area as he had an engagement in New York as he was back from paying a visit to a hospital. 

"I have nothing to say to you, Ms. Winters!" He replied dryly, aloofly by trying to evade as much as possible the journalist and her crew that chased him until Alexander walked loftily towards his car, disregarding his surroundings. 

"With or without your comments, I'm airing a report tomorrow night on Dr.Ursula Becker, a woman you hired to run the medical unit at Briarcliff. We finally gained access to her files." The brunette menaced, grasping the microphone as she didn't give up as well. Escorting restlessly the man of the cloth. "Did you know she was conducting human experiments? We found some very disturbing evidence. Monsignor, would you mind switching that off, please? A number of patients disappeared under her care."

"You can't expect me to remember anything about patients I wasn't responsible for. I'm afraid you are responsible." Father McKenzie kept on with his compulsive lies, utterly focused on his destination up to his car and leave New York for Boston in no time.

"Everything that happened at Briarcliff happened under your authority. And there is no statute of limitations on murder, Monsignor McKenzie. The police have found remains, human bones in the woods outside Briarcliff. They're going to start asking hard questions. And since the notorious Dr. Becker has disappeared, they're going to be looking to you for answers."

"Get out of my way!" The younger man retorted bluntly, averting his stare from Lana and her colleagues.

"What are you running from, Father McKenzie?""Out of the way, Miss Winters!""What are you running from?""Happy Easter." The final words which he uttered moments before getting in the car hit Lana and her crew like a jolting lighting bolt as she didn't give up to ask about his commentary on the vexed questions over Briarcliff."Answer the question." The middle-aged woman persisted as he bucked his belt inside the car once he sat and commenced to drive away, distancing himself from her.
"What a moron!" He set free a plain, derisive chuckle, driving around the big New York neighbourhoods if he was encompassed by kingdoms. "She thinks herself for so smart to question me over this shit that took its place no longer than 2 years in the nuthouse. And let me say something." Alexander began chanting to himself, thrumming a melodical tune, fitting his carolled lyrics. "I am above the law. Beyond the law." In the interim, he cleared his throat, blinking as he was utterly focused on his driving. "I am the law!" Emphasized the word law in the end of his sentence, concluding it through a vile grin, spread across his dry lips.
Today he was occupied with paying a visit to New York so that to visit one hospital, located downtown and return back in Boston.First and foremost, the member of the clergy was doted of the moments when he hears his own echo, inflating his ego. Hence, he determined himself to turn on the car's radio to listen to serene music.
"The continent of Atlantis was an island. Which lay before the great flood. In the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.So great an area of land," The eventual first song that came on the radio while he was driving otherwise was actually Atlantis by Donovan, ringing buoyant tunes.

"I have actually discovered everything on this planet. Atlantis is mine." He whispered in chanting manner to himself. 

To be continued...