Elizabeth stands on the roof of the hospital. Tower Bridge looms over her shoulder, totally improbably close to her. Not thinking of jumping? her father asks, teasingly, gingerly stepping out onto the patio. Elizabeth smiles ruefully and explains that the doctors in Chicago often take refuge on the roof when things go awry, and its a habit she cant break. Glad everything there isnt perfect, he sniffs. I was beginning to develop an inferiority complex. Elizabeth bows her head a tad. Her father asks if shes homesick; she shrugs helplessly, lost. Yes, you do, he says. What? she asks. Have a home, he reassures her. You cant bring yourself to sell it, I understand. Elizabeth tries to change the subject, but her father winds it back to a really long-winded story about how Elizabeth always had a rebellious streak, and he realized that was true when she got in trouble at school for climbing trees. I dont know, I didnt write it. Tower Bridge actually just got up and left. You were an unbridled spirit from the womb, he grins lovingly. Elizabeth shakes her head, confused. I dont know what to do, she whispers. Her father reaches for her, and they hug as Ode to Go Back Where You Came From swells in the background.
Cut to Elizabeth speed-walking down a train platform with Ella in a stroller. A cute gent, whom forum-dwellers have identified as Crispin Bonham-Carter (Mr. Bingley in PBSs Pride and Prejudice; cousin of Helena), flashes her a blinding smile and helps her into the train car. Hes the only friendly Brit theyve shown this entire hour. Off for holiday? he asks pleasantly. No, Elizabeth replies slowly. Were going home. He grins at her adorably again and leaves her to tend to Ella, whos perched in a window seat staring at the world around her. Ella, unfortunately, has uglified significantly since last we saw her. Shes got a mop of white-blond hair and chubby cheeks, which would be fine if her face didnt look so well, constipated. I see shes inherited the Greene Family Angst.