When he heard the noise, he couldn't really place it. But he knew he didn't want to hear it so he turned around and burried his face deeper in the pillows and in his wife's hair. The noise stopped for a while, only to start again, even louder. William heard Julia mumble something. It must have been meant for him because she kicked him in the shin when he didn't react.

"What?" he whispered, not even opening his eyes.

"Go open the door." she instructed.

"Why me? You go. You seem more awake and ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Julia had pushed him out of the bed. Reluctantly, he stood up, put on his robe and left the bedroom. He turned the light on and went down the stairs, trying to wake up completely before reaching the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to find George on the other side.

"George? What are you doing here? I'm not on duty tonight. I have the weekend off actually."

"I know, I'm sorry Sir but the inspector forced me to come and get you. The on-duty detective broke his leg at the beginning of his shift, missed the pavement at the corner of the station house. I heard it hurts really bad when you break your leg and ..."

"George, come to the point please."

"A body was found in a river out of town near a pub where they have dogs fight rats. And you're needed.

"Alright. Give me the address. I'll get dressed and meet you there."

"Yes Sir. And again, I'm sorry for … interrupting your night. And probably ruining your weekend."

Once George had left, William walked back usptairs and quietly entered the bedroom, hoping to retrieve his clothes without waking up his wife. He had no such luck. As he was grabbing for his shirt, the light was switched on in the room, blinding him for a few seconds.

"What's going on?" Julia asked, sitting in the bed, her hair completely messed up around her head.

"Go back to sleep. I'm needed at work. You'll probably be needed in the morning."

He kissed her quickly and turned off the light. Trying to leave the bedroom, he hit the foot of the bed with his bare foot and cursed, making his wife giggle.

"I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this day." he mumbled, finally making it out of the bedroom.

As he watched the carriage take his father away, his wife appeared at his side.

"What is he going to do now? Julia asked.

"I don't know. He's going west on some adventure."

"Are you alright? You seemed preoccupied." she said, taking his arm.

"I'm alright. But I have a lot on my mind. He … he brought up an alternative vision on my mother's death. And even if it doesn't change the way he acted after her death, it changes some things. If what he said was even true. I'm not sure I can trust him."

"You know what you should do? Go on Toronto Island for a walk. It's very relaxing. I like to go there whenever something is bothering me. The nature there helps me think."

"Would you come with me?" William asked.

"Sure. Just let me get this report on the inspector's desk and I am all yours." Julia answered, letting go of his arm.

"Great. I have to get my hat anyway."

"You were right, this place is really relaxing." William said, pulling Julia off the path and sitting in the grass, his back against a tree.

"I'm always right, when are you going to understand that?" she asked, laughing as she pushed his legs apart so that she could sit between them.

"Doctor Ogden, this is a most improper position!" William teased, placing his head on top of hers.

"There is no one around so it can't be imroper." she declared, resting her head on his chest and sighing in contentment. "Did it help you with what your father told you?"

"I guess. I don't know." William said, tightening his arms around her. "He told me she fell because she stepped on a piece of wood and rolled her ankle. But I'm pretty sure I saw him hit her. I'm not really sure I can trust him. He was already drunk most of the time back then."

"I'm so sorry you had to live that, William." Julia said, kissing him on his jaw.

"Well, nothing can be done about t now. And I think I would not have been the same if all that had not happened."

"That would be a shame. I quite like who you are."

"Why, thank you, that's very good to know." William laughed.

"Do you have any pictures of your mother?" Julia asked, tracing pattrens on his leg.

"No, I don't have any. I'm not even sure my father has one."

"I bet she was beautiful. She must have had gorgeous eyes for you to have eyes like yours. Many women would kill to have your eyes."