"George. Is that how low I have fallen, to settle on George? "Carolyn wasn't even aware she was speaking aloud as she prepared for her dinner with the disparaged 'George'. "Yet, if I don't get out of this house, if I don't try to have my own life, I'll be forever trailing after him like a lost, lonely puppy – damn you Daniel Gregg!" she grumbled to herself, pounding her fist on the dresser. "Why in the world couldn't I find a real life living, breathing, touchable, putting the emphasis on touchable I think, Daniel Gregg? Tossing her hairbrush down, she began to pace the master cabin, arms flailing in frustration. "OK, yes, sure fine, he'll never be able to be here, and cannot ever be mine. So why shouldn't I look elsewhere for my happiness?" Making a face in her mirror, she shrugged her shoulders and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "And if I'm right, if it all works out, I won't be the lost, lonely puppy. Be warned Daniel Gregg, it's about time for you to know what it is like to discarded, to be set aside. And if I'm right, things will be quite different between us soon. But until then, bleech – George!"
Squaring her shoulders, she marched to the door and closed it firmly behind her, entirely unaware she left behind an invisible and incredibly intrigued ghost standing on the landing. "Thank the heavens," he muttered to himself, "I had assumed her taste in company, in men particular was at a record low." Stroking his beard, the twinkle in his eye showed his pleasure and expectation regarding the challenge she had put into action. "I may not be able to be all you wish for Mrs. Muir, but let's not leave you wondering about my intentions, my interest . . . time to begin the battle of the suitors!" Hearing a knock at the front door, he disappeared to rout the sad excuse of a rival Martha had just let enter their home. In a few moments, this pallid excuse of a man would be on his way, and the battle would be officially underway!