It is what he would normally consider late in the afternoon when Doc receives word that Daisy Johnson has returned. In hindsight it is perhaps not the best idea to have left the house phone number on the bulletin board, because he is hardly ever sitting around in it beyond the last few hours before bed and the first couple of hours after waking.

He would never admit that he dropped everything and hurried over but really, there is hardly anything else pressing to do in this town. He had missed the ground shaking but he sees her silhouette outside the Boarding House and closes the distance between them in long, snow-crunching strides.

"Miss Daisy," he greets without raising his voice when he's within earshot. "Oh, you're alright." Doc huffs a quiet sigh of relief, breath visible in the early evening chill. Well, she looks alright on the outside at least...