"All of them," Cooper says with an air as grim as death itself. He runs his hands over his hair, clasping the back of his neck as he starts considering what an epidemic of newborns could do to the precarious balance of London. Bodies. There would be so many bodies.

"You do that. The nest needs t'be told about this as soon as possible. Maybe even the Night Council." Damage control, as Henry had put it, would need to be enacted as soon as possible. Cooper knew, being at the forefront of what was happening, the task would likely fall to him. This night was just getting more and more interesting.