In a newly constructed castle on the coast of a newly created queendom, a woman is about to become a new mother. He can't have known her water would break as he popped out of the ocean's own womb, and doesn't know this very moment she's cursing that he's nowhere near her as he promised he would be.
     As a matter of fact, he's quite unconscious.
     But across the way, traveling on the current that exists between them, that young woman sees a sudden vision riding on the crest of another break in the contractions. A small stone street, one of London's oldest. A crowd of buildings, none of them London's finest. Dark alleys. And a whistled tune.
     A dapper London gentleman, in layers of fine clothing none of which would normally be seen on this street, particularly at this time of night, makes his solitary way among the falling raindrops. There is a brief flash of steel and an umbrella opens to shield him from the rain. The figure glances up, and it's Davydd.
     He gives a wink and a smile...
     "Don't you just hate being right all the time? Isn't it a burden, darling? Look, I've said it a million times already, but you'll hear it from me one more time at least. You were right. There I was waiting for the world to end and me with it, accepting whatever jab was thrown, whatever news was delivered, ignoring what was right in front of me the whole time. I broke a friendship of lifetimes because I thought someone else was going to do some... thing. When... yeah, yeah... I'm a regular Dorothy. I had the power all along."
     "So here's the thing. That business about the 99 years? Hogwash. If you haven't noticed already, I die and resurrect every day. Just like a good Holly King should. My leaving that plane of reality? Well, it may happen one day, when I decide it's better for me to be here." Wherever that is. "I do have my work cut out for me, however. I've got to repair those things I damaged. I've got to find the murderers on the loose, those who killed Isabel. I've a kingdom to build, children to raise and a woman to love besides. Not to mention my work in London."
     Davydd grins at you with a waggle of eyebrows. "There really should be two of me. But knowing my luck, my clone would get all the sense. Take care, my queen. I will be with you very soon."
     Suddenly, Davydd diverts, turning a corner and disappearing down one of the dark alley ways. His whistle trails off Singin' in the Rain.