Chéri, who was still convinced Zechariah was after them, for multiple reasons, stared with apprehension at the men when he waved and made a small, reluctant gesture with their head. Then turned to Tristan and nodded "I will go first." They hesitated but didn't add anything, the idea already forming in their head: Whitby was an odd place.

They followed Tristan's instruction and reached the house he had indicated, knocking at the door.

Now, normally Douglas' man would answer the door, but Pippa did even though she was told not to. She opened the door and peeked out to see Chéri standing out there. "Hello, are you here to see Dr. Wells?" The girl stood there with her wet hair pinned up after a hot bath. She did not smile, though her gaze held steady.

Chéri was feeling *very* much in danger. After the weird time at the presbytery, they were convinced they had met an emissary of their ex lover and now the doctor had finally stepped in but… could they really trust him? They looked at the girl at the door with suspicion and, now unable to hide their distress, went “French? The doctor said you spoke French?” Without even trying som English first: they were tired.

"Oui," she replied and then opened the door a little more, "Did Dr. Wells send you then?" she asked softly, opening the door more to let Cheri in. She stepped to the side in order for them to come in, and then closed the door, assuming they did. There was something off about the girl's demeanor that might seem odd to them. She seemed a bit on the jumpy side, for her eyes were flicking over Cheri's shoulder until they were in the house.

Chéri nodded and entered the door, checking one last time behind themselves, hoping no one had followed them. Then turned to Pippa. She didn’t help at all, looking as nervous as Chéri themselves. Chéri pressed their lips together and gulped, then blinked “He’s coming.” They didn’t offer any other explanation: since Pippa had not asked, they were’t going to offer anything more for now.

Some minutes later, Tristan returned. "Ah, you found it," he spoke to the young stranger in French. Then he turned to Pippa. "Pippa, would you prepare some tea and sandwiches, please?" he asked in English. "And have you seen Mr. Fraiser?" He gestured his guest towards the stairs up to the main house.

She nodded softly then was about to retreat to the kitchen when he asked about Mister Frasier, she said, "I think he is in his room." She knew she was in for an earful, so she disappeared into the confines of the kitchen to prepare what was asked for.

As Tristan arrived, Chéri nodded. It was easy to do. He took one, long sighed and limited himself to a “thank you”, nodding both at Pippa and at Tristan. Chéri had enough English to understand what was a name. “Frasier?” He inquired to Tristan.

"He's a... guest..." said Tristan, hesitantly, unaware that this could come across as creepy. He gestured up the stairs once again. "Please, after you. There's a drawing room at your left."

Pippa put the kettle on for some tea whilst Tristan directed Cheri about. She was glad to have the kitchen to herself for the moment, with all the wonderful smells. Soon, she was distracted by what she had on the cutting board whilst the kettle heated up.