Persephone beamed and gladly took her fiance's arm. "We shall!" And the train's whistle blew just as they made their way onto the busy London station. The sky was unusually clear for a day in the city, and Persephone smiled at a few children she saw running amuck through the station. She'd always desired to have children of her own one day, but had never felt a want to marry, and she realized with a start now that she had the chance to have little feet pitter-pattering around the home within a year's time. The thought made her smile and she glanced to Donald. Did he want kids? She hoped so. Oh, she really did. But one thing at a time, she reminded herself, marriage came first. She still wasn't sure if she was learning to love him yet, which she believed would have to come before having children. As they left the station, Persephone felt a pep growing in her step and looked to Donald, conveying with her eyes the question of whether or not she should call over a cab.