One day, someone should probably talk to Jane about the ease with which she slips into casual acquaintance with men she barely knows. Even in these far more modern times, giving out your address is not exactly safe, and she certainly doesn't know much about John at all.

Except that he's a person in need of friendly assistance, and she happened to be in the right place at the right time to offer it.

She's perched on her couch spending a rare moment watching television (the news, since she was too late to pick up a newspaper that morning) when the knock comes, and she all but bounces off her seat to answer it with a cheery 'coming!' called ahead of her. The latch rattles, a chain slides, and she peeks around the door for a moment before she opens it.

"Mister Steed, I do believe you're early."