Played by Dave Straube

Fred sat on the edge of the chalk cliffs looking out at the gray ocean. The waves beat against the cliffs much the way his memories pounded through his mind. He reflected on the events that had brought him all the way out to Dover, England. His job at the clinical research facility had folded under him, not by any fault of his own and in fact, against his best efforts. But it had folded all the same. High above a gull hurled a lonely cry to an uncaring world. Fred glanced up at the bird and took a moment to simpathize with his plight. He had been alone and forgotten once too. He smiled whe he remembered the first time he met his wife, his love, his reason for living. It was at a restraunt, as he was taking his jacket off to sit down for a solo diner, he hit the waiter nocking a full plate of spegetti on to the lap of this woman. It was the perverbial love at first sight. He laughed out loud at this memory, before his face clouded over agian, remembering how hard it was to stay together. It began to mist lightly, and Fred pulled his jacket tighter around his neck to keep out the chill. It had been a kind of hell not knowing what had happened to her. When they had finally found eachother again, he got married. Which had brought him here, to England. The Homemoon was a trip all over Europe, but they would spend the longest time in England.
On the hill above, a car door slamed shut and Ahma, his beautiful wife, came down and jioned him on the cliffs edge. She laughed as she looked into his eyes, "It's just like you, always on the edge of everything!" She laughed agian and he smiled too, shaking himself out of his revery.
He took her right hand in his right hand and pulled her closer to him. He no longer thought of the past or the future, just indulged in this moment, this special moment with her. They held each other close, fending off the cold, damp British weather, staring off into the waves.

The compact was warm and dry, a refreshing change from the soggy cliffs. They drove together to the little village inn in a small, out nock of a village. The roof was made of thatch, something Ahma had wanted to sleep under ever since she learned that Fred was taking her here. They entered in high spirits, and climbed the stairs to their rooms,having arrived last night they already had one. The mood didn't last. They got to their room to find the door open and all the lights on inside.