1791...There's nothing like summer in the city, someone under stress meets someone lookin' pretty. There's touble in the air, you can smell it. And Alexander's by himself... His wife was away, he was working in his office, writing like there's no tomorrow. He had barely slept in a week.

You walk into his life, a young, beautiful woman...

"Can I help you, miss?" He asks, sounding a bit confused, and exhausted.