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Her eyes were so heavy that opening them hurt. For a second there Anna thought she had gone blind as her vision was so blurry that she couldn't tell where she was. But second by second her vision became more clear and soon she realized she was in her own bedroom at her mother's house. She quickly sat up, feeling her head throbbing like it was going to fall off.

She sat there for a moment, wondering how she had ended up in her own home without remembering it ― she could hardly remember anything from the day before. Then she heard someone's soft breathing coming from the other side of the room and Isiah was there, curled up in an armchair in a uncomfortable angle.

"Isiah," she said, surprised by the sound of her own voice.

Her voice didn't sound like hers ― everything around her was strange to her at the moment. She couldn't figure out why immediately but as seconds went by, she realized the absence of her mother. She realized why her eyes hurt ― she had cried the entire night and screamed at Thomas for betraying the family.

"Isiah," Anna said again but much louder to wake him up.

The poor guy fell off the armchair, startled by the sudden voice in the silence. He rubbed the back of his head which he had just hit on the floor.

"Oh shit I'm sorry," said Anna, stumbling out of her bed.

"It's fine," said Isiah and flashed Anna that smile which made her weak in the knees. "Don't worry about it."

Anna approached Isiah, ready to help him but he got up before she reached him. He didn't say a word but waited for Anna to speak. The last time Anna and Isiah had talked was hours ago but Anna had been so distraught by her family's ― by her mother's ― imprisonment that nothing she had said made any sense.

Isiah had been the one who brought Anna home though Thomas did offer ― Anna had thrown her shoe at him. 

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" Anna whispered when reading the sad look on Isiah's face. "They are gone."

"They are not gone just..." Isiah tried to come up with the right words. "We will get them back."

Anna shook her head, her eyes stinging with new tears. 

"They are charged with murder," she said quietly and her voice shook with every word. "They will hang... oh my god they will hang..."

"They won't," said Isiah, grabbing Anna's hands to stop them from trembling. 

"I don't believe there's nothing we can do," whispered Anna. "I mean there's no way Thomas is actually going to let his brothers die or Polly but I just... I find it very difficult to trust him now and wait for him to do something."

Isiah agreed ― he knew Thomas and knew how important family was to him but this stunt he had pulled was out of character even from him. Thomas was unpredictable though never like this.

"We will figure this out. I promise," said Isiah and brought Anna's hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss there.

A small sound ― a mix between a chuckle and a sob ― escaped Anna's mouth before she pulled Isiah into a hug. She needed someone to hold her, to keep assuring her that everything was going to be all right although in her heart she knew this was not the case.

She felt safe there which was weird. Anna never thought she would go and find someone like Isiah. She's never liked anyone before ― not Elliot either even though half of London's society would say otherwise. She felt Isiah press a kiss on her temple which made her heart flutter in a way it never has.

"I just... God I can't believe this!" Cried Anna and stepped away from Isiah. 

Her shoulders began to shake uncontrollably and small sobs filled the room. Isiah watched Anna fall apart again and did not know what to do. Last night he had helped her by being the shoulder to cry on, the one who drove her home and explained Imogen what had happened which didn't make Imogen's headache turn any better but developed into a migraine.  

"Isn't Imogen a big thing in London?" Isiah asked suddenly, his brains working over time to find a way to help Polly and everyone else. "I'm sure she could talk to someone, right?"

Imogen was a big thing in London. She was the head of many charities and knew important people. There was no reason why Imogen couldn't use her connections and try to help Polly ― Anna knew she would do it for her.

"I've already spoken with Sir Anthony in London."

Anna snapped her head towards the open door of her room. Imogen stood there, leaning most of her weight against her walking stick and though she looked old and somewhat fragile but held that same soft smile she did when she had found Anna all those years ago.

"You shouldn't be out of bed yet," said Anna and hurried to Imogen's aid. 

"I'm fine, darling. It's you I'm worried about," said Imogen while sitting down on the armchair Isiah had spent the night on. 

"There's no need to worry about me," Anna tried to assure the people around her but it was clear that Isiah nor Imogen bought her lies.

She sighed, slumping down on her bed. She ran her fingers through her messy and tangled hair and flinched a few times when the knots in her hair got caught around her fingers. 

"So you've spoken to someone already? Can they help?" Isiah turned to Imogen to continue the conversation.

Imogen frowned slightly as Isiah's involvement was very direct but found it in her heart and mind to appreciate his initiative mindset. She was glad that Isiah was there for Anna and though she wasn't sure how to feel about their possible relationship, she knew it wasn't anyone's number one priority right now.

"Yes I have, Isiah. Sir Anthony is a dear friend of mine and he promised to look into it, to see if there's anything he or anyone else could do. Now I don't know Thomas too well but I find it very hard to believe that he's actually going to let his family hang especially because their blood would be on his hands then," Imogen explained and though she wished to be district to keep Anna calm, she knew there was no point in lying.

"But as I said, I don't know him. I never dared to believe he would do something like this. Not since Anna risked her own life to save his son."

Pure, cold hatred traveled inside Anna when Thomas' name was mentioned. She had truly thought that she was going to have a good relationship with his cousin ― he was the one she's connected the most with if you didn't count Ada in as well. Anna had saved his son and this was how he's paying his respects to her. 

"I can never trust him," whispered Anna, turning to look at Imogen. "I don't want my mum's life depend on him and his decision. I don't want any of their lives to depend on him. He's too unpredictable, too unsure of himself."

Up until now, Anna has not known what to make of Thomas Shelby. He was difficult to read ― though Anna was great at reading people. But for some reason she's never been quite able to read Thomas and to see what he's like under that cold exterior. Now she knows.

He's unsure. Charles' kidnapping and selling out his entire family just proved it to Anna in so many ways. He's also scared ― Thomas' always scared which makes him unsure. Perhaps he was forced to grow up too soon just like Anna but she wasn't throwing family members to jail. She wasn't making her family walk the line towards the hanging tree. 

"Yes I know that dead. Which is why I suggest that we go to London and seek for the right people. It's much easier if we're there ourselves," suggested Imogen and while Anna knew every word was true ― there was something else too.

Anna moved from her bed and walked to Imogen. She knelt besides the armchair, taking the older woman's hands to hers and look deep into her eyes.

"What else?" She asked.

Imogen took in a deep breath, moving one of her hands to rest on Anna's cheek. 

"You killed Father Hughes," said Imogen and it wasn't a question.

Anna has not said those words to Imogen or anyone but everyone in their brightest minds knew that it was true.

"What about it?" Anna swallowed.

"I want you away from Thomas. I want to believe that he wouldn't do the same to you as he did to the rest of his family but we cannot be sure. You saved his son and he's in debt to you for the rest of his life but right now, I would not trust him. In London you will have protection. There people don't work for him," Imogen explained.

"I agree with Lady Bernard," Isiah said and Anna turned to look at him. "I think you should go to London."

Anna bit her lip ― she knew Imogen and Isiah were right. She just didn't know how to feel about leaving. Leaving her mother rot in jail, leaving her entire family rot in some jail while she goes off to London. 

"Hey," Isiah moved closer to Anna and sat on the floor next to her.

"You cannot help Polly from here. There's nothing you can do here. Everyone's under Tommy's thumb. There's things you can do in London," he told her with an encouraging smile. 

Imogen observed the two youngster near her. She has not have love since her husband died ages ago but she could still feel that love in her heart and she saw it in Anna and Isiah ― though she hated to admit it. Isiah and Anna has not know each other for that long and if they already looked at one another like this, it was clear that their feelings were real.

"O-okay," said Anna with a weak nod. "London it is."

"Good. Then one more thing, I would like young Mr Jesus to join us," said Imogen suddenly.

Anna and Isiah both turned to look at Imogen like she's lost her mind but she was almost smiling at them. 

"Me? Come with you to London?" Isiah had to repeat to make sure. 

"Yes. It is obvious that you care for my Anna and I think your presence in London will be helpful. You know Thomas the best from the three of us," said Imogen.

It truly surprised Anna ― Imogen inviting Isiah with them. She had thought that Imogen was never going to be all right with whatever was going on between her and Isiah. But Imogen has always been full of surprises. Her exterior was tough looking, like she was some evil old lady when in reality, she was one of the sweetest and nicest human being Anna's ever met. But she did have her sharp, tough and even cruel side in her but has never showed this to Anna ― only to the people she feels have wronged her or the people she cares about.

So she was absolutely pissed at Thomas.

The only thing left was for Isiah to go home and tell his father about his upcoming travels. He felt a bit torn, leaving Anna now that she was in so much pain, but he knew that Imogen will look after her. 

"Are you sure you feel all right?" Anna asked from Imogen once Isiah was gone. "Your head was hurting real bad yesterday."

Imogen waved her arm as to dismiss the subject.

"I am fine. Sleep helped and you can't possibly think that I would stay in bedrest while you're going through something like this? Darling Anna, I'm going to do everything in my power to help your family," said Imogen. 

"You're my family too," said Anna quietly. "And I can't bear it if something happens to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me. Let's worry about your mother who is in jail. And your brother and cousins."

"You promise? You will be fine? If your headaches come back, you rest," Anna said.

Imogen nodded, smiling softly at the girl she had saved from a ditch in Australia over a year ago.

"I will be fine. And so will everyone else. I don't know what this Thomas had thought but he has not met a rage quite like mine. I am outraged by his behavior, for taking your mother from you, knowing how much it hurts you. He shall not go unpunished."

"Just don't kill him," sighed Anna but was moved by Imogen's words. "I have a feeling the family might want to do that themselves."

Imogen left Anna to pack whatever she needed to take with her. There was really nothing as most of Anna's belongings were in London but there were a few things ― dresses and rings ― Polly has given to her over the months she wanted to take with her. 

She couldn't help but shed a few tears. She wondered how her mother was feeling right now. Was she scared? How was she dealing with the situation? Anna could picture her mother in a jail cell, all alone and cold. 

It made Anna regret the way she's been acting. She should've been nicer, let her mother in and not claiming she wasn't her daughter. Of course Anna was her daughter ―only a daughter could feel this way.

There was a picture frame on Anna's nightstand. It was a picture of her when she was three years old, sitting on her mother's lap with a broad and bright smile. They didn't have any pictures of them together since Anna was taken.

"It will be fine..." whispered Anna, packing the picture to her trunk. "It will be fine."