Zechariah had promptly squared away paperwork, once the ink sentencing declaring Sonia his wife had dried (and not a second after). Invested much of the fluid assets, and made certain all the insurance was up to date. He still remembered how surreal it felt to be working with that many digits.

For the sake of their marriage, Zechariah had decided to spend the High Holy Days with his family in Bohemia (much to their bafflement – why did he get married and not bring the new family!). After that, he had taken his sweet time returning back to Whitby and York (but especially Whitby). Absence made the heart grow fonder, and Zechariah was truly aiming for unimaginable fondness!

It still felt bizarre to visit his sons at a brothel of all places, but he had just purchased a real home for them (a home where Simon had never been …) on their shore. Considering the insane amounts of money that den of sin raked in – it would pay itself off before they knew it!

His brow crinkled when he smelled … something burnt, as he turned the corner. His head lifted, eyes landing where the Diamond Pony stood – or should have stood. Was. Zechariah's pace had quickened before he realized it, and suddenly he was running to the building that had changed his entire life.

“Esau! Jacob!”

Damn it! He knew he should have chosen better names!

“Sonia?!”

It was not at the Diamond Pony that the story would unfold, but the constable's …