After the devastating encounter with Doctor Mathias, his band of mutants and the subsequent recovery of Mary Bennet, Mister Darcy makes the difficult decision to move the family to London. The reconstruction of Pemberley will be difficult, as well as removing the ever present reminders of how close they all came to losing their lives. Leaving those ghosts behind them, Darcy and Elizabeth, along with Jonathan and Georgiana begin the task of adjusting to life in the big city. Darcy, no stranger to the London lifestyle, has assumed the position of guide and historian while the others marvel at the crowded dirty streets. Jonathan has been to London twice, his last being his honeymoon with the lovely Georgiana. It was however, marred by the violent confrontation with the possessed, demonic Mary Bennet. They vowed to rekindle the magical fairytale that had been suddenly cut short after only four days of wedded bliss. As their carriage enters the thriving metropolis they are met by the sights, sounds and smells of one of the most amazing cities on earth. Black soot belches from hundreds of chimneys and casts a perceptible veil of gray that practically turns the sun opaque. On the plus side however, it makes for spectacular sunsets of crimson and gold. The scent of burning wood and horse manure penetrates the nostrils and causes Jonathan's eyes to tear. The sensation brings a smile to his face as a wave of favorable memories flood into his mind. He gazes into the eyes of his lovely bride and mouths the words. "I love you." Georgiana's cheeks grow rosy red, and she giggles with delight as she squeezes his hand tightly. He places a kiss upon her forehead, just below her wavy red locks. Darcy's eyes dart towards the newlyweds and he casually breaks the mood with a loud clearing of his throat and a furrowed brow on display. "May I remind you both that here in London; decorum is the rule rather than the exception. Open displays of affection are frowned upon by todays Gentry, and as a matter of fact..." Elizabeth frowns at Darcy as she interrupts. "Really, Mister Darcy, have you forgotten what life was like as a newlywed? Jonathan and Georgiana are afloat in the most gorgeous time of their lives." "You misunderstand Lizzy, I still consider us as newlyweds and I shall endeavor to maintain our life thus." He reaches over and grasps her gloved hand in his and places a kiss upon the back of it. Without saying a word, she rests her head upon his shoulder and smiles across the carriage towards Jonathan and Georgiana. By day, the streets of London are alive with the clip-clop of powerful broad-shouldered horses that draw squeaky wagons nearly over flowing with produce and raw goods to feed the hungry city. Carriages representing an entire spectrum of means convey tourists and businessmen, while others deliver unto London, hopeful, displaced people wearing their finest clothing as they search for the opportunity to a fresh start.