Admittedly, Connor would be the first to look upon London and find it in some way lacking. For Evie, who had never ceased thinking of her grandmother's small cottage at Llanelli as home, it had taken time to adjust to the bustle and noise of the city.

And it was that sympathetic knowledge, more than anything, that had guided her to where Connor had taken his rest.

"You know," she offers by way of greeting as she pulls herself onto the roof, "I thought it all impossibly large when we first arrived."