Joe had been trying to come up with a plan for how to free his wife when he got to the Carrington estate. So far all he could think of involved punching. As it turned out, he didn't have to. As he walked, there was the sudden sound of a scuffle, and he was hit smack in the stomach by the form of a person. The impact knocked him back a step or two.

A precious second or two rolled by before his brain recognised the scent of her perfume, or the shadow of the curls of her hair. Yet there was no mistaking her voice.

Pearl!

Christ! she was shaking. Joe wrapped his arms around her. Joe let out a large sigh as a heavy wave of relief washed over him. She was safe. That was all that mattered. Still, there was still a part of him eager to show those Carringtons, particularly that bastard Robert Carrington the business end of a hobnail boot repeatedly.

"Pearl! Thank God. How - " Joe stopped releasing the situation. They couldn't stand in the middle of a country lane all night. "Look ne'er mind that now. Come on we've got ta get ye away."