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doppelganger wanted Rebecca to look after Jacob now.  Not just because she is his mother, but because of how she is with children.  She is just so focused, nothing else exists for her at this moment.  Jacob has her complete attention, he is her universe, and keeping him calm as his chest starts to furiously shake is all that is on her mind while she softly continues telling him the story of the little puppet who turns into a real boy.
    While what’s on my mind is how the hell can she possibly be Jacob’s mother?  What is on my mind is: why are Rebecca, Jacob and I so important to the Fallen Angels.  What is on my mind is: why Eve felt the need to kill herself.  What is on my mind is: who is the man in all the pictures of the killers the Fallen Angels exposed, and why are they trying to expose him as well.  What is on my mind is: if we are Gods to these Fallen Angels, what are their plans for us and what the hell is their end game.  I still feel like we are pawns being played in some fucked up game of life that is totally out of our control.
    Jacob’s body is fully tense with all of his extremities extended as the apex of the fit overwhelms him, his whole body shaking furiously, his head thrown from side to side and spittle splashing from his quivering lips.  I hold his arm tightly, my own body anxiously tense, while Rebecca is exactly the opposite.  She exudes a serene calmness and her movements are flowing, slow and delicate, even her voice is silky smooth, not an iota of concern, worry or trepidation being displayed.       
    ‘…and Pinocchio followed the Ass excitedly down the cobbled street…’
    The police will be looking for us.  They will have a ton of forensics from the cave.  It will all point to our involvement in the deaths of the Bentleys, regardless of the circumstances.  I know they will have raided my hotel room.  I would.  We should give ourselves up.  We should.  But we can’t.  We won’t find out anything about the Fallen Angels locked up in a cell.  I’ve broken too many laws to be innocent now.  The only thing we can do, is find out why the hell they are doing this.  That is the only way we will get any closure.  That is the only way we will get our lives back.  And to get our lives back, we have to take control.  We have to find out who Adam and Eve are.  A starting point for that is back at the apartment where Adam had his base.  There may be something there that will tell us where he is.  We also know Eve was born Jessica Seymour and Adam was born Robert Caldwell.  The other tiny revelation in the mix of all the revelations yesterday was that the man we thought she was married to was actually her father.  We have to explore that. We need to dig into the history of the Seymour family.  The rickety rooms in my mind are screaming at me as well.  They are screaming Italy.  The place where I seemed to spend a large part of my childhood in isolation.  The place where I recall Gordon Ennis telling me the sister of Henry Seymour lived.  The place where Sarah and I went to have IVF in order to conceive Jacob. 
    ‘Rebecca.  Where did you and Hannah go to have your eggs implanted when the two of you conceived Michael?’
    Rebecca glances at me and throws an admonishing stare from her focused eyes, before returning to look at Jacob, whose body is now calming down, the spasms and shaking reducing as he starts to come out of his fit.  I watch as his torso stops bucking and his head stops shaking, gently lolling to the right, in Rebecca's direction, as his extremities calm down as well, his whole body, in an instant, reverting to inert.
    'Sleep now little angel' Rebecca sings to him, gently closing his eyes as she brushes a hand tenderly down his face.  'That's the first time he has had a fit in the three weeks I have had him.  Are they always that violent?' 
    'Three weeks!  That's impossible.  He tends to fit at least once a day.  Yes, they are always that