1921, Small Heath, Birmingham

ANASTASIA KINGSTON, alongside her parents and the rest of the Shelby family surrounded Freddie Thorne's coffin which was too be lowered into the ground once Tommy had finished speaking. Thea Kingston stood beside Ada Thorne with a solemn expression as she looked at the coffin and then to Ada, who was clearly holding back tears to be strong for Karl. Anastasia stood in-front of her dad, the man holding her hand as he looked over to his wife who had her head hung low.

Tommy walked forwards and cleared his throat as he looked everywhere but the grave, "I promised my friend, Freddie Throne, that I'd say a few words over his grave, if he should pass before me. I made this promise before he became me brother-in-law, when we were in France, fighting for the King."

Arthur butted in by saying, "Amen."

Thea looked at Ada and Karl, the latter who was too young to understand what was going on let alone how sad it was. It broke Thea's heart to see her best friend so broken.

"And in the end, it wasn't war that took Freddie. Pestilence took him," Tommy continued as Anastasia looked to Esme who was handing John their crying baby as he shushed him as Tommy spoke. "But Freddie passed on his soul and his spirit, to a new generation, before he was cruelly taken."

There was then a moment of silence then the priest finished the service and then everyone went their separate ways. Henry squeezed Anastasia's shoulder as he sent Ada a smile which she returned, granted being forced.

Henry nudged Anastasia's shoulder, "Go see her."

The teen began walked over to Ada and her mum who were stood talking.

"Ana," Ada greeted with a smile as the teen brought her into a hug. "I'm sorry," she whispered in Ada's ear. Ada sent the girl a small, genuine smile as she pulled away from the tight hold the girl seemed to have on her.

"How've you been?" Ada asked the girl who was now standing beside her mum as she shrugged. "Bored, Jack is supposed to coming up soon. How've you been?"

"It's been... quiet," Ada responded, her eyes moving from the teenager to the floor.

Thea nudged her daughter towards her dad once again as she saw Tommy walking over to Ada. "You know he's going to try get you to come back, right?" she asked the short haired woman standing next to her.

"I know," Ada nodded. "But I'm not coming back, London is my home now."

Thea nodded, "I know."

"You know you, Ana and Henry are always welcome at mine whenever you want, right?" Ada questioned as she watched her brother stalk closer to them.

"You're always welcome at ours, whenever you want," Thea smiled at her best friend who had nodded in response.

"John?" Ana called from beside her dad.

"What?"

"Your kids are stealing flowers from people's graves," Ana pointed out, listening to Henry laugh while John sighed.

"Please go and tell them to put them back," he begged the girl who rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the car and began walking over to the children. John's eldest daughter had seen Anastasia walking towards them with a stern look on her face so Katie stood up and shoved the flowers behind her back.

"No," Ana shook her head. "The smile won't get you out of this one. Put them back, on the graves," Katie placed the flowers on the grave in front of her. "On the grave, you got them from," Ana sighed.

There was a tap on her leg where she looked down to see John's youngest son handing her a bouquet of flowers. "Christ Sake," she muttered, pinched the bridge of her nose before she picked him up.

"Do you like them?" he asked, a toothy grin plastered on his face.

"Where did you get them from?" Ana asked.

"Over there," he pointed to the grave that was close to them.

"They're nice but go put them back."

"Will you take me?" he asked as she nodded and began walking to the grave. "Not this one. Next one."

Ana held her hand out for the boy to put the flowers back where they belong. As she stood up she heard someone clear their throat making her look back to see an older woman.

"I placed them flowers there, last week," she stated, arms folding over her chest.

"I was only putting them back," Ana claimed as the woman gave her a dirty look.

"Why were they gone in the first place?" she asked.

"Because he stole them but I put them back."

"Ana," Henry shouted, waving her over.

"Thank God," the teen muttered and began walking towards her dad.

Henry looked to his daughter with an amused smile on his face, "What happened there?"

"Well, he," she pointed to the boy who was stood hiding behind his dad's legs. "Decided to steal flowers from a grave and when I went to go put them back the woman caught me and started asking what I was doing with them." John laughed at his son's antics earning a glare from Anastasia.

"Where's mum?" Ana asked her dad.

"Going back to London with Ada," he smiled.

"Why didn't she say bye?"

"I don't know," Henry shrugged, watching Arthur walk towards them.

"Garrison's been blown up," Arthur informed them.

The two turned to face him. "What?" Henry asked.

"By who?" Ana questioned.

Their questions were ignored as they watched Arthur walk towards the group of Peaky Blinders. "Looks like we're going back to the shop," Henry commented as he walking towards the car, Ana following.