Bumbling apologies fresh upon his lips, Alistair had no chance to voice them as the woman he had so rudely stumbled into took off down a corridor in a quite unladylike sprint. The scream that echoed before her could not go unnoticed, and though questions remained as to where the midwife had gone, and who it was he had knocked into, Alistair could do naught but follow.
The scattering of strangers and a single familiar face in the study was startling at best. Though keenly aware that something very strange was going on, Alistair had still expected to find a bedchamber and a dying mother waiting there.
He glanced about in surprise. "Ms. Fry?" he finally spoke into the fray. "And madame, I do apologize for my clumsiness earlier, I just... I... well, I'm afraid I don't know quite what is happening here."