The cool light of the early morning was fast being dissipated by the sun. Two young people were walking along the road which connects Wakefield. The man with the stars and stripes on his sleeve was Bill Mead, and the girl was Aunt Mary's niece. Perhaps it was their youth, or the quality of the morning, or the idyllic countryside, but if you'd have passed them, you'd have smiled and thought that they belonged to each other, that they were in love...