It's Tanya here – I'm back.

We're all back.

Kade and I needed to take a little time out, to lay low while I recovered from my surgery. And, of course I'm a wanted girl. The Chicagoan law enforcers are after me, so it made sense I remained in hiding whilst their search was super hot.

Right now, I feel like a butterfly that's just emerged from its pupa; I'm totally transformed.

Changed.

Different.

But I'm still me.

Drew and I used my down time to get creative and change my appearance (no surgery involved.) Not for vanity's sake, more for self-preservation's sake. With the US law actively after me here in London, it's important to have a radical change in look to throw them off.

And boy, did Drew deliver. We trawled heaps of YouTube hair and make-up tutorials. And eventually settled for: rich, dark brunette hair, sheared into a super short crop with tiny bangs. Make-up: pale base, smoky eyes and nude lips. Drew is a creative force, he rocks.

I hardly recognize myself.

Also, my scar has healed real good. I used this scar treatment oil that Kelly bought me from a pharmacy here, and its worked wonders. My scar's barely visible.

Kade's also had a Drew-over. He gave him a buzz cut, because he wanted the pole opposite of the topknot, which of course, for reasons you understand, we dislike intensely.

He looks awesome, super masculine and handsome. Kelly said, "You guys look fierce, like really hard and edgy."

To reinforce the 'hard and edgy' look, we're wearing real down beat clothes, loose fitting t's and shirts, baggy ripped jeans and grimy work boots. A practical street look for what we now see ourselves as: Urban Warriors.

Both Kade and I feel energized and ready to resume the fight for deliverance.

......

I've got my new look down to thirty minutes in the morning, which includes shower time.

I knew my change of appearance worked, and served its purpose when I first went in to feed The Gleesome Threesome: Manic Marko, Brutal Bertie and Horny Helga.

We all have to take it in turns to take care of our three captives. That is: feeding them (via a tube up their noses and directly into their stomachs), bed bathing, and attending to their bodily functions.

It's deeply unpleasant, but we have to treat them like incapacitated patients, as we just cannot risk their escape.

On the morning of my makeover I was on feeding duty. It's a relatively simple job, which involves pouring liquid formula into a feed bag on a drip stand, which is then drip fed into the tube and through to their stomachs.

I started with Helga, "Well hello, who's the new girl?" She asked, leering at me. I ignored her and continued with the task at hand, "You're seriously sexy. I mean, I'm not a lezzer, but I wouldn't mind a little light lesbian action with you. How about it?" Of course, I ignored her. But I did wonder if all the women in The Lady's camp were super-sex charged?

When Kade came in to see to the guys Helga went up a gear, "Wow – now that's horny, buzz cuts really get my dynamo humming. Come on Kade, how about a threesome with this dirty dyke who's seeing to my feed? Feed me your love you dirty duo," she drooled.

"I'd rather stick blunt needles in my eyes," answered Kade, changing Marko's feed. Helga emitted a dirty laugh, "You can do that as well, whatever floats your boat, butch boy."

Kade ignored her and turned his attention to Marko, "How long you gonna remain silent? Surely you don't want to continue living like this, without your dignity," he said. Marko has remained resolutely silent recently, giving nothing away.

Instead, Bertie talks for him, "His dignity is in his silence." Bertie looks at me lasciviously, then back at Kade, "I see you traded in your pretty little thing for a sexier, sleeker model." He leered at me again, "I like it, a lot. I seriously would bang that!"

Kade didn't rise to his bait, "Bertie, I know how much it's killing you that we're winning. Why not just tell us where The Lady is, what the mega-plan is, and let's put this final battle to bed so we can win the war?" He says, deliberately goading him with a super confident attitude.

Bertie chuckles, "The final battle will be the big one, and it's ours for the winning." He lifts his head, "Don't underestimate our imps. Christmas day was the dawn of a new era in our recruitment strategy; we're doing it for the kids, now," he said, turning his head conspiratorially towards Marko.

Kade and I were at the door about to leave when the sudden sound of Marko's voice surprised us, "Yes, we've got the kids on our side,' he said, a huge hint of something sinister in his tone. We both looked at him and when he was sure he had our attention he hissed, "And we have more than kiddies on our side." He paused and said, "Kade, please convey my best wishes to your mommy dearest; I do hope her imminent procedure is a success." He paused again, enjoying the dramatic effect, before continuing, "And don't forget the little exploratory procedure you require. You may have bought all the dolls, but our kids have got their imps: OUCH!" He said, winking at us both, with an 'I know something you don't' intention in his tone.

When Kade flinched and made to launch himself at Marko, I grabbed him and pushed him out the door. "Yes, a strong tough lesbian, how hornalicious," shouted Helga, after us.

......

Mom's procedure's been delayed due to technical issues. It's a relief to us all, as having listened intently to all the medical team involved, it would appear the chances of success are slim. But mom's still determined.

Right now, mom has to remain powered down; her brain activity has to be conserved until a decision is made about whether to green light the operation. Effectively, this means her brain remains in an induced coma, which means she isn't currently available to us.

Kade and Kelly vacillate between despair and anger. You see, of late, Bertie and Helga have been intimating that mom might have more to do with The Surgeon and The Lady than we realize. Yet we have to be open to the very real fact that they're bluffing, to de-stabilize us, throw red herrings at us.

"I don't think I could handle the fact that mom's betrayed us," repeats Kade, in his moments of despair. I reassure him as much as I can. But truth is, I often think of what she may be hiding. I do wonder if her insistence on the procedure is her way of taking the secret with her to the grave, but I keep that thought to myself.

......

Today's an important one for Kade and I.

We're venturing out for the first time since my surgery. Tony has managed to find out that the officers have returned to Chicago, but that's no excuse for our complacency; they're still on my case.

We're going to check up on the Toy Store, to monitor imp sales and information gather.

The Lady's team are onto the fact that Tony is a cyber genius, and thus there is little online info that Tony can hack into. Therefore: Troy, Kelly and Drew have been at the Toy Store all over the holiday season, manually counting how many imps are being sold. The high numbers are a worry.

Kade and I will be on monitoring duty today, while the others will be guarding the Gleesome Threesome.

I'm actually looking forward to getting out; both Kade and I were beginning to go a little stir crazy.

......

We're ready to leave, but Kade's pacing impatiently. He stops in front of a kitchen cupboard, dives down and looks underneath it. He jumps back up, a look of extreme disappointment on his face, "Kade, when your mother powers up, we'll ask her outright where the silver box is. What we know for sure is, it's somewhere in our living quarters," I say.

He strokes his head (he does this a lot now, he likes the feel of his furry head, and so do I), "It's just bugging me where it could have gone, and I know the contents of that box has more to tell us," he says, frustratingly.

We're both distracted by little Kelvin, who bounds in carrying his inactive imp in one arm and a sleeping Baby Belinda in the other. "Kelvin, we've told you, you only carry Belinda on her own, she deserves all your attention," I say, taking the imp from him and putting it on the sofa.

I see a sudden flash of anger in his eyes, which I ignore as I'm eager to get out. Kade does an about turn as we make for the door, "Hey Kelvin, have you seen a silver box anywhere around, like about this big," he says, making a size with his hands. Belinda splutters and wakes, "No," answers Kelvin, a little too bluntly for my liking.

......

The brisk wind on my face is welcome, "Wow, it's been weeks since we felt the wind on our faces. It feels good, doesn't it Tan?" Says Kade, his face pointing skywards.

"It feels more intense on or skin now we don't feel it in our hair," I answer, pulling up my fake fur lined hood. He pulls me into him, grabs my head and whispers lustily into my ear, "You and your new look make me feel intense."

I see the perfect excuse to cool his outdoor ardor, "The bus is coming Kade, let's go, we've got work to do."

You know when you say something, then immediately regret it? That's how I feel when Kade and I jump on this bus. We know The Lady uses a London bus as her mode of transport and we've just dived on one.

Kade and I exchange looks that express our extreme stupidity.

We're the only passengers, and this is London, with a population of over eight million, "No, we can't have just walked into this," says Kade, pulling me back to the front of the bus.

I pull back, "Kade, we've not just walked into it, we've jumped on it!"

He halts, "SHOOT. SHIT, I'm so freaking dumb," shouts Kade, smacking his head.

I look for rationale, "It's my fault, I announced the bus without checking. It's morning rush hour, it may have just dumped its morning commuters. Let's not assume this is her bus, yet," I say, optimistically.

Kade's hand tightens around mine, "No. It's her bus. She's got us Tan – look at her," he says, pointing to the back of the bus.

Despondency digs at my stomach, "She didn't get us, we gave ourselves to her, literally," I reply.

Both Kade and I simultaneously activate our Panic App as she emerges from the back of the bus. The windows of the bus darken, and even in the shadows I can see the self satisfied look on her face.

Her black clad figure glides forward, stopping a meter or so from us.

She gestures to take a seat as the bus cruises onwards. Sitting down I study her face. Her black hair is pulled tightly back, emphasizing a face that is unnaturally white. Not make-up white, like chalky, dry and flaky. Her right eye is an empty black hole, with no attempt to disguise her past injury.

Even though she's young, around her mouth I see signs of age, or rather little cracks like you'd see in broken porcelain.

Kade breaks the silence, "Who's our driver?"

"The bus is automated, on a continual loop round London," she answers, her voice surprisingly soft.

"So there's no final destination?" He asks.

"Correct." That one word causes the corners of her mouth to crack, further.

She tries to stifle a shy smile, but the smile comes and the corners of her mouth begin to seep blood.

"You're bleeding," I say.

She lifts her hand and gently swabs the corners of her mouth with her voluminous black sleeve. The action makes her wince in obvious pain.

Lowering her hand she says, "Three times I tried to reach out to you both." I notice that she tries to lessen her mouth movement when she speaks.

Kade rustles uncomfortably in his seat, "Look Lucindy, drop the sad girl act, we know you're her, The Lady," he says, firmly.

Her head nods a gentle, 'No.'

I cut to the chase, "Don't play with us, Lucindy. I sent your image to our logistical expert, Tony. He verified who you are."

She pats the blood that continues to seep from her cracking mouth, then says, "He verified me, Lucindy, correctly." She flinches with pain, then continues, "You all assumed I am The Lady. Therein lies your error."

"So who is The Lady?" I ask.

"I do not know. What I do know is, her identification is essential for salvation," she whispers, her mouth barely moving.

Kade looks at me and I know he hears the same thing in her voice: sincerity.

Blood continue to seep from the corners of her mouth, flowing like crimson tributaries over her chin and down her neck. Although speaking obviously pains her, she says, "My fear is that your wrong assumption has greatly enabled The Lady's success..."