It was a dark and stormy night. - the beginning

It was a dark and stormy night. Through the winds a cry was heard. Meanwhile, in close (but far off) Paris, our hero, Harry Hero was on his way to work. What was he doing? Everyone knows that heroes don’t work. So the plot thins.Meanwhile, back on a ranch in western Canada (notice the Canadian content) the cry had subsided by daybreak. The blistering burning sun which fusions 2.4 gigatons of hydrogen with helium each microsecond started to remove the rain that had fallen in the night.A fair maiden is found bound to the railway tracks in the middle of New York. Very few people knew of the desert of the sand in New York. Our hero continued on his way to work and spit out his gum before he tried to walk. He boarded the subway in lower underground Paris. This in its self was unusual at this point in time in the cosmic reams of space, for where was his horse? Was it in for its 20,000 kilometer check-up? Or had Kojak solved the whole thing and traded it in for a tootsie roll?