Ben quickly moved forward and held open the door as the doctor asked, before following her into the new room. "No, ma'm. Safe for walking back from church, but that ain't far. We had just finished Sunday dinner and she got up, and there was blood. And then soon she started hurtin'."

He looked around. He had never been in a room like this before, for even when his wife and Alice and little Lizzie had fallen ill many years ago, they had relied on the chemist, until all had seemed lost, and when they had finally called on the doctor, he had come to their home only shortly and claimed there was nothing he could do. This room looked clean and bright, and for a moment, Ben felt a little bit of hope that Alice might just be in good hands and was going to be alright. Alice herself looked up at the bright windows for a moment, mouth slightly open, and calmed a little.

"Oh, and then there's the fact that she and her husband traveled from around Castleton yesterday." Ben suddenly remembered as he observed the light. "She sat on the cart, but it's a long journey. Ye think that might have harmed her?... Do you need help liftin' 'er into a bed," he added.