Leo’s way of getting through the desolation of divorce was to renovate a dilapidated two-up two-down. He was on his third house, the largest by far with seven bedrooms and a history that soon enthralled and mesmerised him by way of one of its two occupants from the early 1900s, Amelia. History demanded Amelia would die at an early age on Christmas day 1904 and, Leo had medication that could cure her. To take the cure to her, all he had to do was to reach out through the time barrier.
Leo could win the love of a good woman or enjoy the love of his kids. He could not have both, and he would have no control over which one he would experience. Leo decided sanity would be lost and new heartache found. It came as a package deal, and he realised that pain was unavoidable in all scenarios, of which he concluded he could only ever have a one-way ticket. Adding this to the trepidation of reducing his best friends’ life to one of oblivion was his prize of loyalty.
Leo was hopeful that everything would eventually come together despite the question remaining which of two despairing scenarios would be his future, one without his sweetheart or one without his kids.