>,,Ready, set, go!,,<

                                    

                                          
Myron Bentham's house had many bedrooms to share, so Miss P, her wards, Nim and Kim and Sharon could easily fit together under one roof. 
Miss Wren was staying now, too, since she wasn't feeling so well after she chased the intruder out of the house. Since then, Miss Peregrine took care of her best friend.
                          
Alma came in with a cup of hot tea and placed it on a table next to Miss Wren, who was sitting on an arm chair. August was perching on top of it, looking out of the window. 
                          
"This is really not necessary, Alma..." Miss Wren said, smiling weakly. 
                          
"Of course it is. I like doing my friends a favour." Miss Peregrine replied, smiling back. But then she stopped smiling, and her face dropped to a worried expression. "And? How did it go?.."
                          
Miss Wren sighed. "Just like I expected. He's mad, Alma. Very mad. It was quite a challenge to make him leave, which means he's been here for more than just a bit. And he found himself a puppet, easy enough for him to play with...in this case it was Kim. This is what concerns me."
                          
"But if you banished him from this house, then he's still out there, isn't he?" Miss Peregrine asked, worried about the people of Devil's Acre. 
                          
"Well, yes. I...I promise I will try to take care of this problem, but I need time. Just don't cause the peculiars here to panic, that's the last thing we need and might make things easier for Jack." Miss Wren said and her friend nodded, assuring her that she will try her best to help her in any way. 
                          
"Uhm, cause a panic? I doubt you can make these people panic." August suddenly joined their conversation. He had been watching some people outside. "Looks like a horde of the undead." 
                          
Miss Wren tilted her head in confusion, peering up at August from the side. "What are you talking about?"
                          
August waved his wing towards the window. "Out there. Take a look for yourselves."
                          
Miss Wren carefully got up from her chair and walked over to the window, together with Miss Peregrine.
Narrowing their eyes, they looked out on the main street. 
Peculiars—slum dwellers, ambrosians and travellers as well—were marching down the street in big groups, in Caul's tower's direction. 
                          
"Why are they going there? We told everyone, except for construction workers, to stay away from that place!" Miss Peregrine said. If there was no window, she would have jumped out and stopped those people. 
                          
Miss Wren stroked over August's feathered head. "How long has this been going on?"
                          
"Oh, since a few days. I also saw a boy getting caught in some vines and when he got free, he walked away, following the other people up the street." August told them.
                          
Balenciaga stepped away from the window, first slowly and then quicker. "Oh no, no no. This is not good." she said, tensed. "This should not be happening."
                          
"What shouldn't be happening? Balenciaga?" Miss Peregrine had a thousand worried questions on her mind. 
                          
"I will have to figure something new out, a new spell to cast. But I don't have much time left! It could happen anytime!" Balenciaga said, panicking and hurrying around the room, grabbing all her things. 
                          
"What could happen anytime?!" Alma asked, her eyes darting around as her friend rushed from one side of the room to the other. 
                          
"I-I..." Miss Wren was holding her bag in front of her, staring down on it. Then she looked up. "I-It won't!"
                          
"But what?!" Miss Peregrine asked again, but the other ymbryne already rushed out of the room. She sighed.
                          
"I can keep you updated about what she's doing." August said and winked at her from the top of the armchair. Then he took off and left, following Miss Wren.