Jacob was heavy in her arms as she stepped out of the hansom. She was dressed in her best, which wasn't saying much... but it was a blouse and a maroon-colored skirt of questionable fabric, and a straw hat perched jauntily on her head. Her dark tresses were pulled back in a chignon at the back of her neck.

It had been a week since her rather large baby boy came into the world. It took her three days to even name the child because she had been so tired, ill with a fever for a few days. The next several days were spent resting and such, getting acquainted with Jacob.

She approached the door and knocked upon it with her free hand, then started to dance the way new mothers did with their babies to keep them from crying. It was about a week and a day or so since they had seen her.