Whiles all things seeme to fall to wracke and ruine.

The Stop commander was one Colonel Zimin, a loud, round, cheerful Winnie the Pooh type, who was always in excellent spirits, always joking and liked to pat the soldiers affectionately on the cheek when talking to them.

“Where's tha going now – all dressed up like a dog's dinner – our Mary?” her father chuntered from behind his newspaper.

Regardless of how involved Carl outwardly appears, inside he holds himself stoically detached.