Re: Chapter 6: Into the Past
Penny squeezed Kate's hand in sympathy, surely knowing what went through her mother's mind, though she couldn't share her positive outlook. Though they were reunited, though they'd survived and completed their mission, they had still suffered a terrible loss. One was still missing – her infant self. Fate would forever keep them apart then. And now, Penny vowed, not even Hell could part them.
'I believe we shall.' she answered Castiel. 'Belial said we may leave unmolested. Though his word is worthless, it seems in his best interests to honour it. He thinks us beaten.' And Penny was, beaten and despairing, yet a small spark of defiance remained in the darkness, an ember that might yet be rekindled, given some light.
Penny looked to Father Simon. 'Yes, thank you. I would prefer it to be here in Dunmoreton and at St Petroc's, at this time, while we have this opportunity, strange and fraught as it is. Wherever my infant self is now, this is where and when the baptism should have been performed. I hope this will shield her from demonic influence. And this is my home.' she said, resolved. She glanced through the window, to where Darkmoor Manor brooded on the hill against a glowering sky. Her home. Now she knew the truth of her heritage, the reason for the taint she'd felt growing up, she could begin to cleanse it, and herself. 'While Mister Shaw and Miss Hartley rest, shall we go? I hope old Vicar Worsnop is there.'