"So what's it like, Paris? The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame de Paris, French Riviera, Arc de Triomphe, what's it like, being in the centre of it all?"
"She can't understand you, Fat-head."
"A Fat-head is a 'stupid or foolish person,' I think we all know...
Pascale's door swung open, revealing a frantic looking Mathew. "The Loop's broken." he breathed.
Pascale stood, and looked at Mathew. It was rather late at night, just before the changeover. "What do you mean? What happened? What?" Pascale asked.
"Miss. Pigeon was flying around in her pigeon form, when she flew into a window, I'm not sure if she is dead or just knocked out."
"How do you know it was her?" Pascale asked, and crossed her arms over her body. She knew he probably found her on his evening walk.
"You know how she always wears that piece of cloth around her ankle when she's a bird, incase of this situation specifically?" Mathew then showed Pascale a unconscious bird from behind his back, and sure enough, the bird was wearing the bright pink cloth around it's ankle.
"So what are we gonna do?"
"Follow me." Pascale and Mathew walked down to the main floor, and to a framed message hanging on a wall. It read:
What to do if the Loop breaks:
Let me (Miss. Pigeon) deal with it, however, if I'm not available, my two oldest Peculiars are to seek out the closest ymbryne, and request help from them.
Beside the one frame, there were multiple others, What to do if Wight's enter the Loop, What to do if Miss. Pigeon hasn't returned to the house within an hour, and so on. Miss. Pigeon could be a bit paranoid at some times.
Pascale and Mathew looked at each other, both thinking the same thing: We're the two oldest.
"So where are we going?" Pascale asked.
"I was thinking the Miss. Peregrine's Loop, in Cairnholm" Mathew started.
"Wouldn't it be faster and easier to get to Miss. Thrush's Loop, in London?" Pascale questioned.
"I guess, but I herd that Miss. Pigeon and Miss. Peregrine were good friends at some point" Mathew countered.
"Whatever, we have to leave soon though, you tell the children, and I'll leave a letter for Miss. Pigeon, then we both need to pack."
Mathew ran up the stairs, most of the children where asleep at this hour, and Pascale searched the for a pen. When she found one, she scribbled out the neatest letter she could on a piece of paper.
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When both were done packing, Mathew and Pascale left the house in the rainy darkness. The wind and rain were cold against Pascale's legs, as she was wearing a skirt, in moments like this, she missed the high waisted pants she sometimes wore in the fifties. However, the girl hoped her knitted jumper, which she wore under her long black coat, would go unnoticed by most people.
Inside Pascale's flapper bag, was hopefully enough money to get them from Paris to Cairnholm, though they would have to travel from Paris, to Le Havre, then to Portsmouth, then to Wales, and finally to Cairnholm.
