"Cornwall," Angus told her. He apparated them to a little speck of a village right on the coast in Cornwall. The little cottages looked like they had stood here for hundreds of years, housing fishermen and their families. Owens' house was right on the coast road on a dead end street that overlooked the harbor. It was a bit of a winding walk to get there, but there was something Angus liked about the view that he really liked. He could see how a fisherman would love it here, but he could also see how a fisherman's wife could learn to hate it. The ocean could be a shrew, and he was certain that, over the centuries, many a fisherman's wife had walked these cobblestone streets, cursing the village and the sea, waiting on pins and needles to know if their husbands were coming back from their fishing trips.
He heard the chaos of three out of control children screaming and acting up as he knocked on the door. She answered the door, looking disheveled and exhausted, like she hadn't slept in a week.
"Hi, Audrey," Angus said. "This is my fiancee, Ruby. We brought you a few things that we thought you might be able to use."
"Angus," she seemed surprised. Seeing him instantly brought tears to her eyes, and she tried to brush them away quickly. "The place is a mess, but, well, come in, and I'll put the kettle on."
Angus led the way inside, stepping over toys and a diaper that the baby had just yanked off. The baby was dashing about the house in his birthday suit with jam on his face and hands. The toddler was screeching at the six year old, and the six year old wasn't having it. She promptly beaned the toddler with a dirty plastic cereal bowl, causing the toddler to screech and wail. Audrey was trying to regain control but it wasn't working. They weren't paying one bit of attention to their mother.
Angus took the basket to the kitchen table and set it down. Audrey put the kettle on and got out three clean mugs.
"Any news on your husband?" Angus asked her.
"I should be there right now, but I can't find a sitter. They've got some American bloke tending him til Robert comes in. What does a yankee know about my husband?.."
"is his name Nigel, by chance?" Angus asked.
"That's the name. Nigel--no American is named Nigel," she sighed.
"Audrey, I know Nigel. He's as British as you and I are, but he works in New York. And, he's one of the very best healers here or there, either one. He's in good hands."
"He's still critical," she said quietly. She seemed numb to the children's chaos.
"Why don't you sit and let us lend you a hand. We'll get the tea, and we'll try to put the kids to rights. Have you eaten today?"
"No time for food. I used the last of the cereal and the milk and the bread for them for breakfast. I don't have time to go to the shop..." her voice trailed off as she began to cry.
"Ru, see what you can do with the kids, will you? I'm going to make a floo call and try to get her some help with all this," Angus said.