Another Sunday in Whitby. He certainly hadn't signed up for this constant traveling, but it was the only was to keep his wife from becoming completely hysterical. At least now his old school friend Tristan was in town and after joining the his in-laws for church, Tobias had been delighted to have an excuse not to join them for Sunday dinner. 

Now he was sitting in one of the inns that had a courtyard for his wagon, and was waiting for Alice to return so they could go home. She was probably going to be late. Like last time. He wasn't even sure if it was accidental. In fact, he had been counting on it so much, that he had not waited outside but had entered the pub and ordered a drink to kill time. As he was sipping his ale, he checked his new pocket watch. It was one minute past four. See? She was late.