He jumper off the window, entering in a room of a manor, the sound of the rain in the background.

His eyes got used to the dim light, seeing that he was in a bedroom. He sighed, sitting by the fireplace, still the fire still lit but weak. He tried to dry his clothes from the rain but decided to take them off and sliding in the bed, but then.

He realised that there was a woman in bed, so he froze.

The truth was that... He didn't know where he was. He just got on the first ship to England and hid. For long three long weeks. But he finally reached his homeland, but without knowing where. London? Plymouth? Cardiff? He didn't know.

The important thing was that he was back to UK, after five long years away in in the American colonies where he did forced labor. All before he escaped for a new life. A new life, a new man.