Turning Point, part 3(Conclusion of "Turning Point")The chimes of Big Ben sounded faintly from above, causing the Inspector to flinch slightly. The odd shapes his life had taken on since he'd found these two had served to insulate him temporarily from events above, but this sound brought that world snapping back into focus all of a sudden.He's still got sixteen hours. The words from a year and a lifetime ago came back to haunt him. Now time was up.He looked up and saw Miss Hammond's eyes flash for a moment at the sounding of midnight."It's time." Quickly she rose and moved to the explosives-laden train."Wait!" The word escaped Finch automatically and he reached out.The young woman turned calmly. "Are you going to stop me, Inspector?"Everything was happening too fast, suddenly. "Just
tell me why.""Because he was right.""About what?""The world needs more than just a building right now. It needs hope.
Turning Point, part 2"Help him."This was the imperative given to Chief Inspector Finch by a woman whom he'd considered, until moments ago, a dangerous and potentially violent fugitive. She'd looked at him for a moment more like through him after his sudden offer of assistance, with eyes that were old beyond her years. Their brown depths held him, reading him, until at last she blinked and returned him to the here-and-now. Evidently she was satisfied with whatever she'd discerned, because those words were the only ones she spoke to him before turning back to her
lover? Somehow Finch didn't think so, in spite of the obvious intimacy between this woman and the terrorist she now protected. ("Terrorist"? Could he use that term anymore, doing what he was doing? What's in a name, his shell-shocked mind tittered at him.)Miss Hammond, as his brain had finally settled on calling her, took the
Introductions"Good evening."We are here, all of us, to celebrate a day that once lived in infamy and has since become the anniversary of our rebirth as a people, and as a nation. Many of us remember the night our futures changed forever, the night of the Old Bailey
even if we didn't recognize it as such at the time. We remember the fall of Norsefire, and that terrible, wonderful moment when we realized that we are the only ones who can control our own destinies."Tonight, I want to introduce you to a person who made all of this possible for us. Without this person's courage, and determination, and love, our world would have been lost. It's taken a long time, but I think now you can finally meet one another
" 'I don't know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care. I am me, and I don't know who you are, but I love you