[Victor nods and sighs.] I don't think Father thought quite the same, though he was good enough never to say so out loud. Still, it's a moot point now, isn't it?

Oh, no need -- they've got these bags that allow one to make individual cups here. So that's all settled. See? [He passes her cup over to her so she can see it's already filled with tea -- and has a string poking over the side.] Though you'll want to take the bag out before you start drinking. . . And Whitechapel is in London, England. I grew up in a smaller village some distance away -- Burtonsville. I was sent to Whitechapel after some trouble at home -- you remember the corpse bride I told you about over the network? Emily?