Henry has some experience as a detective. Most of what he knows, he learned from Jo. But there had been some curiosity even before then. Now, like a dog with a scent, he cannot let it go. There's something to be found out. Something he has been asked to find out. And he will get his answers, no matter what he has to do.

So, when he caught word of a death, his attention was piqued. A John Doe, young. Something most others would have looked past in a heartbeat. But he was found in Barnet territory.

Which was how he wound up at a medical examiner's office, knocking on the door. It was unorthodox, certainly, but he'd passed for someone who was supposed to be there. With the right clothes, the right carriage, and the right passing conversations, he could pass here for his former profession quite easily.