"Maybe he wasn't here because of the lights - maybe they were here because of him ..." It's been over eighteen months since Molly Gilchrist has had a man (as her best friend, Caro, is so fond of reminding her) so when she as good as stumbles upon one, lying comatose, on the moors one bitterly cold morning, it seems like the Universe is having a laugh at her expense. But Phinn Baxter (that's Doctor Phinneas Baxter) is no drunken layabout, as Molly...