[She sighs quietly. Alfie wants information, though, and Natasha can give it without coddling him. He has a right to know, after all, and telling him over and over again how sorry she is won't change anything. The war was awful, will be awful for him especially, and pity doesn't mean much.]

Yes, I'd get out of London. Germany bombs London in the fall. Other cities, too. Birmingham and Bristol, a few others I can't remember, but London gets the worst of it. Large parts of the city were—will be—completely decimated. The worst of it happens in the first few months, but the raids don't stop until the spring. If you can get out, don't come back until the following summer, at least.