Margaret wouldn't remember encountering the disheveled Andy years ago.
At that time, she didn't recognize him at all, merely mistaking the pitiful figure curled up on the grass as a servant of the estate. After all, his clothes were old, stained with blood and bits of flesh, and tattered beyond recognition.
And Andy himself would never divulge this past.
It wasn't such an important experience. Insignificant, not worth mentioning.
The night grew late.
Winchester waited for Margaret's return in the White Rose Garden, and the two sat together drinking tea.
They discussed breaking off the engagement, talked about the strange occurrences at the mansion, and the suspicious behavior of Charlotte. Their people had been dispatched, but they hadn't received any useful information yet.
Meanwhile, the Charlotte mentioned by the siblings stumbled through the night.
