Saltee Islands, Ireland, 1894.

You were hanging clothes up on the family clothesline when it happened— A man appeared from nowhere and crash landed in your plum tree-! Rushing over, the man, previously tangled in branches and his odd contraption, fell and landed atop you.

He quickly scrambled to his feet, dressed in black with googles and a tight scarf, the man offered you a hand.

“ Sorry there- Are you hurt? “

As he pulled you up, he brushed off your dirt covered and grass stained clothes before introducing himself.

“ The names Conor- Conor Broekhart.. sorry about your tree- “