In one of the small, yet immaculate, staff lodging rooms at the Preston hospital, a tired nurse read a badly spelled letter. She paid little attention to laughter just beyond her closed door and focused on the words on the page.

"Oh Billy," Jane spoke aloud to no one shaking her head. She remembered a lad who liked an adventure, but who was easily swayed. That's how he got into trouble back then. Over the years, she and Frank had talked often about young Billy. Should she call him 'Bill' now or perhaps 'William', for he was no longer a child? Things seemed to have worked out for him, what with steady work and four children. Now, he was asking her to stay away. Jane thought those things were nothing to be ashamed of.

"Well Billy," Jane announced to her empty room. Right now 'Billy' fit because he was acting like a child. "Lucky for you, I'm yer older sister, so don't have to obey ye."