18th October, Brussels.

My Dearest Elizabeth,

My apologies for my absence of communication, in truth I have been struggling to remain myself here. A most foreign realm, yet one that somehow seems strangely familiar.

While setting about my quest I happened upon a most remarkable gentleman, purporting to be one of the famed “Bow Street Runners”. Going by the name of Corvin Wick, he suggested that he and I share a common purpose. As to how he could ascertain such from my current almost non-existent local…

11th September, Somewhere between London and Brussels

My Dearest Elizabeth,

I write to you as the airship slips from it's moorings and I commence my journey exchanging the smoke of London for the smog of Brussels. Would it be that i could stay with you, but circumstances being what they are my hand is forced and for better or worse, I am committed to this course. 

I have obtained, through various means, the contacts of some gentlemen who may be able to help me with my endeavours. Once I arrive I shall begin to…