The year is 1880, and you live in a poorer area of London. The sun has set hours ago and the grandfather clock in the small bedroom reads to be almost midnight. Edward is still downstairs, you can hear the sound of his typewriter clacking loudly, the only sound aside from the occasional scuffle of rats in the wall

Darling, I'll be up there soon. I just need to finish this paragraph!

He says up to you from his desk