It was serendipity that the good doctor had gone for a walk to get to know his new home. He was new in town and wanted very much to see the sights and such of what Witby had to offer. The decision to just up and move was for the best... London had too many memories. His wife's agonized screaming would haunt him till the end of his days, but it would be better if he wasn't surrounded by the things that constantly reminded. Living away from London made him feel better.

He happened to be there as a lovely young woman climbed atop a wagon that looked like it shouldn't be used anymore. His heart went into his throat and he lunged, his arms outreached as she fell. Assuming he caught her, he would look down at her face and give pause. Lord, she was pretty. He remembered his manners and set the woman aright. "Are you alright?" he asked with a bass voice.