They were a collection of walking disasters who, by some clerical error of the universe, had been tasked with saving it. It was a group that included a doctor with a crisis of conscience, two British/Candian rogues who couldn’t steal a glance without apologizing, and some Americans who seemed unable to open their mouths without causing offence. To call them a team would be an insult to the concept of cooperation; they were more like a pile of mismatched gears tossed into a burlap sack and told to keep time.

Wednesday Walks