Siobhan sighed heavily as she traisped across the cottage floor, bottle of warm milk in hand.

Adam had awoken her early, simply by curling his pink pudgy fingers around a lock of her hair and tugging hard. No cry, no fuss, he had just pulled hard enough to wake her from a deep fitful sleep.

Contemplating her with those strange red-tinged eyes of his, Siobhan knew well what the baby needed.

"Alright, I'll get it," she muttered, heading to the kitchen.

Glancing out the windows into the sheeps pasture, Siobhan noticed the faint light of sunrise erupting over the hill. She knew Auntie Wynn was not yet back. She could feel it in the cottage. No extra breath, no change in the feeling of the place - just the faint snores of Mick in the bed next to baby Adam.

Giving the bottle to the baby, she sat on the edge of the bed while Adam happily sucked away.

"Enough of this," She said, frustrated. Grabbing a bowl of water from the kitch, she placed in front of the hearth and traced her fingers over the surface, careful to barely marr the surface as her mother had taught her. As ripples formed, she looked intently past the surface.

"Falkland!" she whispered loudly, trying to not wake up Mick. Mick never liked Falkland much, thinking he was a bit strange, so the last thing Siobhan wanted was an early morning argument with her little brother.

"The number you have called it currently busy...." a monotone voice advised through the bottom fo the bowl. "Would you like to leave a message?"

Grumbling, Siobhan quickly left the information and broke the connection by tossing the water into the hearth.

Now, all she could do was wait....