Juliet slipped through the house, looking for something to do. She'd already dusted, vacuumed and prepared lunch. In the hushed atmosphere her usual energetic hobbies seemed inappropriate.

The silence was almost tangible. It was the waiting. Dom and Arty would be back soon. Perhaps they'd have something...

An hour later she wandered into the hall to see the front door opening. Finally! And... there was a sack? She followed eagerly as they took it to the cellar.

Juliet peered at the bundle as Dom opened it. She gasped: a tiny, delicate, unconscious, real fairy.

A girl.

And she was beautiful.