I felt more alone than I had imagined possible. I learned to detest all human beings and thrive on bringing revenge and cruelty upon my maker. Now my maker was deceased and I had not even revenge to live for. The days passed slower and although my heart grew colder it did not stop me from feeling the gnawing guilt and pain that sat heavily upon my chest. I knew not who to turn to for help, with Victor now gone forever. I did, however, possess but the smallest amount of determination that ran through my cool veins. If my maker was no longer here to create the companion I longed for, I thought, I must do it myself. I had previously collected most of Frankenstein's work but acknowledged that I must return for the rest of it. My mind was still advancing at a quick pace and with all of the research already completed, I had faith I could succeed in creating a beautiful monster, which I could love, and would love me in return.