The stench of coal smoke and unwashed bodies clung to Elara like a shroud as she navigated the narrow, cobbled streets. Gone was the sterile, sanitized environment of the modern ER, replaced by a gritty reality that assaulted her senses. She was no longer Dr. Eleanor Ainsworth, trauma surgeon extraordinaire. She was Elara Blackwood, an orphan scraping by in the murky underbelly of Victorian London.