[center][color=7ea7d8][h2]Malcolm Freeman[/h2][/color]
(Location: B)[/center]

	Melted it was as fire extinguished by dihydrogen oxide; the welcome greetings of smiling sun coat Malcolm's fair skin in Spring. 'twas a week he traversed the streets 'Hope Valley' and claimed it as home. Early morning's routine were set aside in completion and sleeved through his shirt and pants-- ensuring that the figure in front of the mirror was en pointe and elegant. A strong aura of well-aged whiskey and sharp cinnamon with a hint of refreshing lemon had enveloped his home dampened by the attire that Malcolm had put on. An eerie stare was followed by an almost unnoticeable smirk as he steadfastly left the complex.
	The majority of the townsfolk could be seen finally running up and down the street to greet the sunlight with eagerness and compassion. Posters were covering the idle plainly-coloured walls denoting the start of 'Sprout Festival' arriving by... 2nd of Spring. Tomorrow. "Good morning." A friendly voice greeted him unexpectedly, judging by the Malcolm had turned his eyes.
	"Fine day, sir?"
	"Exactly son. Where you off to?"
	"The mayor's abode. I heard your local Doctor is away on vacation?" The stranger had given him a strong nod. An acceptance that Malcolm had felt grateful for. He responded with a short affirmative nod himself.
	"Everybody knows they need a break. Working in an isolated island like this with only one Doctor tends to make the workload tiresome. Some times anyway."
	"All the better to get me started." He paced away from the stranger. "See you around."