"I've come to think of a time when Dr. Locke will have a helper working with him, and he discovers...that the helper knows more than he does."
A grayer, older Simon recalled those words as he watched at the window for his assistant to arrive. He smiled at the photo of Andrew Sellers on his desk. “Wish you were here to see this. I won’t have any easier time with this one than you had with me.”
Finally the newest doctor in Dixon Mills stood on his doorstep. Simon answered the door with a smile.
“Hi, Dad,” she said.