I told Paddy. "They have been in that pub all this time."
"I do not know. I am sure we will find out."
"Is everything all right?" Liam asked from the doorway.
"Yes Grandpa. Kylie recognised the names."
"Oh?"
"They are her descendants."
"That is absolutely fascinating."
Liam and Lizzy walked into the room and looked at the chart.
"These are all your descendants Kylie?"
"Yes all my mortal family."
"How do you keep it updated?"
"When we go on patrol I check their neighbourhoods. If I lose track of them I try the church or the law books to see what happened to them. I try very hard not to meet them. I do not want to interfere with their lives."
"It must be difficult at times?" Lizzy asked.
"Sometimes, the last time I looked in on them." I pointed to the chart. "They were living in a lovely home in Sussex. Shortly after that their father was hanged for killing their mother Kylie."
"Her name was Kylie?" Paddy whispered.
"Kylie Hennie Henry McCurdy."
"Make sure they never see this chart." Liam said. I nodded. "Would not that be a story to tell them from their great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother?"
I smiled. "If they ever find out 'who I am' I will tell them."
"Let us go help Cassie and Quinn settle them in."
2
We readied a room for the McCurdy's and another one for Paddy's grandparents, the Gladstones then Paddy and I left for our patrol.
"How do you feel about having some relatives here?" He asked.
"It feels very strange."
"I know the feeling. When family comes to visit it is always strange." We laughed.
We had some of the West Minster group with us.
"It feels good to be outside." Michael was saying.
"Does it ever." Roger agreed with him.
It did not take long for the group to rejuvenate after their release from the cages.
They were in fine form.
We patrolled around their old cottage. Shaun wanted them to be reminded why they were caged.
