Delton, home to poverty of families. Of homes. The priest, Matthew Coulson and Matthew’s sister run and aid the small village of Delton. Of course being 1743, it was hard seeing kids go hungry. That’s why I came to this town. To help the children. The adults. Using my only source of income, and with the help of my friend. I took care of the people. Even if I lived in solitude. But now, some newcomer, a teacher who lived in the city. I laughed at the idea, an education for the children sounded wonderful and well. But city folk don’t belong here in the country. I’m from the city and I know of this. I was just having a drink for the night when I heard a knock sounding on my door. “Whit noo? Who’s cryin oan me at this time o’ night?” With a grumble, I went to the door and saw a lass at my doorsteps. Soaking to the bone from the rain outside. I shut my mouth, not uttering words or harsh remarks when she fell unconscious in my arms. “Lass, ye sure ken how tae make an entrance in Delton. Come on in. yer drookit right through.” I picked her up into my arms and carried her inside. Laying her on the bed of my own home.