“Christ, I can’t catch a bloody break,” William mutters to himself.

All he desires is to go back to leading a normal life with his beloved. But what wife would want a mangled husband, missing a whole leg? Perhaps she’ll be disgusted by his body. The thought frightens him.

William swallows thickly in anticipation. With a deep breath, he knocks his crutch on his home’s wooden door with a muffled rap.

Oh, those damned crutches.

The modest English home’s door finally opens up.