"Oh, dear," she says, biting her lip. She knows the young men stuck in the city had been simmering in anger, but to see the result gave her no pleasure.

"You'll be all right. I am sure of it. Oh, here comes the butler now." Once the man is standing there in his crisp uniform, Christine quickly explains the situation.

"What do you think?" she asks, looking between the two men. "Can he walk with support, or should he be carried completely?" The butler expresses concern that he isn't strong enough to carry him, but then the maid reappears, probably more to collect gossip than to help, but Christine gets an idea.

"Mary and I can each take a leg, and you can carry his upper body, yes?" She moves to rest her fingertips gently on Dean's shoulder. "We will move you now. I am afraid this will hurt."