Harry was a neurosurgeon at the Central Private Hospital in Redditch, England. He was only 31 years old and was one of the best in his field and in the country—so much so that people from other cities and even other countries would travel to the hospital for consultations and procedures with him. She was a pediatric surgeon, also one of the best.

She and Harry got along very well; they had been good colleagues for a while and had built a strong and beautiful friendship—one that was especially convenient when both specialties had to come together and they needed to work as a team.

Something they both loved.