The town he came from seemed small after all Anthony Neilson had experienced at college while studying psychiatry, in the city, and setting up his small practise, yet he had fond memories of it. Especially of his best friend growing up, Megan Grant. They has stayed in contact with each other for a long time, but drifted apart in recent years. Perhaps that was for the best; he had a fiance now, Veronica, who always nutured a little jealousy against his closeness to Megan, despite Anthony's protestations that it was a simple friendhip.

Now, Anthony was back in town. His parents had retired from the farm where he grew up to tour the country in an RV, and had put him in charge of overseeing the refurbishment and sale of the old place. While he was here, he planned to look up Megan, too. It had taken some digging to find her cell number, but then he had heard her voice and it all came flooding back. Something about the way she spoke worried him, though, and only increased his resolve to find her.

Dr. Anthony Neilson stood 6'2” tall, with a strong, fit frame shaped by hard chores on the farm and honed by exercise in the college gym. Well-muscled shoulders and a firm chest tapered to a toned stomach, trim waist and powerful legs. His hair was shortish but looked messy and finger-tangled, and he had a naturally high hairline above his seven features and brown eyes that could be understanding but firm as needed.