The year was 1829. You, Aziraphale and Crowley were currently in Edinburgh, Scotland. You three were there because Aziraphale wanted to visit some graveyard with a statue of Gabriel in it. Well, during your little visit, you had met a young woman digging up a body. After a short while of following her around, you had gathered that she donated the bodies she dug up to a 'doctor' --Doctor Dalrymple -- for money to help her and her partner, Wee Morag. The woman was called Elsbeth. Well, of course, Aziraphale saw Elsbeth's actions as wicked. They were, digging up corpses. But the cause they went to was, in the end, good. He, Crowley and you had gone to Doctor Dalrymple's office to talk to him. "You're all medical people -- what is your professional opinion on that, Doctor?" Said Doctor Dalrymple, pointing to a slightly cloudy jar on the shelf above the fireplace. "Well, my professional opinion," Crowley answered, standing up and picking it up to look at it. "That, seems to be.." He trailed off, mumbling in thought. "What do you think?" He finally passed it to Aziraphale. "Well, that's a foot." Aziraphale said, pointing to a foot in a jar a few feet away. "That's definitely not a foot." He added, looking down at the jar he held. "That's my point. If you two smart gentlemen can't identify it, then what are my students to make of it? I removed this tumour from a seven year old boy." Dalrymple explained. "..Oh. Oh, dear." Aziraphale mumbled, looking at the jar. "And.. is he?.." Dalrymple shook his head. After a bit, he gently hugged the jar, holding it close to himself solemnly as Dalrymple explained about how bodies were needed.