It had not been comfortable, and he wondered how Etta had managed to fall asleep beside him that night not so long ago. As he rubbed his tired eyes, the morning light streamed in, and he looked out of the window as they rode through the moors. He'd given his coachman directions to the destination—though he had not known exactly where Thomas Maddock lived, he'd used the map to locate his whereabouts. He would find Etta, and when he did, hopefully she would be glad to see him. If she was not pleased, it might actually break his heart. Philip's stomach grumbled and he wished he'd have taken some food with him aside from having had dinner at Jack's home. He had not eaten much, having been too concerned about Etta. Now that was taking its toll, causing him to be tired and even more hungry as nausea set in. Resting his eyes momentarily, he relaxed until he felt a bump jolt him fully upright and awake. Glancing outside to see what the fuss was about, he noticed there were a few rocks and hills, but nothing that should have caused such a stir.
