Dr. Henry Jekyll rang the bell and waited, whistling. The door was opened a moment later by Miss Emma Carew, who smiled at him. "Henry, darling, I'll only be a moment," she said, reaching inside for her hat. "I just have to get my coat."

"Take your time, my darling," replied Dr. Jekyll. "I'm happy to wait as long as you need."

"Where are we going for our walk today?" asked Emma as she shut the front door and locked it. "Down to the shopping district? Or to the park?"

"Whichever you'd prefer, darling," replied Jekyll, offering her his arm.

"The park," she replied, taking it and leaning against his shoulder. "There are less people. I hate crowds."

"So do I," agreed Jekyll. "We have so much in common, darling."

"That's why we're going to be married," said Emma, smiling at him. "I can't wait, darling."

"Nor can I," replied Jekyll.

"Then why don't you propose to me?" asked Emma. "We can't set a date until you do."

"I'm just giving it a little more time, darling," replied Jekyll. "Besides, once I do, there will be so much to do that we won't have any time until after the wedding. And I'll miss times like these, just the two of us alone on our walk."

Emma sighed. "I suppose you're right. But I do wish you'd do it soon, Henry. I want to be your wife."

"And I want to be your husband," replied Jekyll, kissing her forehead. "And trust me, darling, we will be man and wife, very soon."

"I do trust you, Henry," murmured Emma. "Explicitly."

They found a bench and sat down and looked at the trees and flowers which had just begun to bloom. Emma sighed and leaned against Jekyll, who put his arm around her. He suddenly launched into a fit of coughing, and Emma hurriedly sat up. "Henry, what's wrong?" she asked, concerned. "It's not…"

"No, it's not," replied Jekyll, as he stopped coughing. "It's just a little cold. I've had it for a couple of days."

Emma looked at him to make sure and then leaned against him again. "Have you…found someway to stop your…problem?" she asked.

"No, I haven't," replied Jekyll. "But don't worry, darling, Hyde's been coming less frequently of late."

"Thank goodness," breathed Emma.

"No, thank you, darling," murmured Jekyll, kissing her forehead again. "I've been so happy recently that he hasn't had a chance to appear."

She smiled. "I'm glad of that. I know eventually he'll disappear completely, and then our happiness will be complete."

Dr. Jekyll smiled at her. Personally, he disagreed. Hyde had always been with him, and he was unlikely to go away just because Jekyll had decided to get married. But he didn't like to spoil Emma's hopes, and so he replied, "Of course he will, darling."

He looked at his pocket watch. "Almost lunchtime. Would you like to come back to Carfax and eat there?"

"That would be wonderful," replied Emma.

"We'll take a cab," said Jekyll, standing up and helping her to her feet. "There's got to be one about here somewhere."

Several minutes later, Dr. Jekyll and Emma Carew arrived at Carfax Abbey. Jekyll opened the door with his key and then shouted, "Dracula, Elizabeth, Frankenstein! Is anyone home?"

There was no response. "They must be out," said Jekyll as he shut the door. "Well, we can still make lunch. I'm sure they won't mind."

"I most certainly will mind!" came a voice, angrily. Jekyll looked up to see Frankenstein at the top of the stairs, scowling.

"Oh, good afternoon, Frankenstein," said Jekyll, casually, continuing on to the kitchen.

"What's good about it?" growled Frankenstein.

"Oh, many things," replied Jekyll, lightly. "I'm sorry you don't think so, Frankenstein."

"Good afternoon, Dr. Frankenstein," said Emma, pleasantly.

Frankenstein glared at her, and then at Jekyll. "I don't think that's very nice," he snapped.

"What?" asked Jekyll.

"Bringing her here," Frankenstein growled. "You just like rubbing it in, don't you, Jekyll? It's very selfish of you."

"Frankenstein, it's hardly my fault that you lost Justine," retorted Jekyll.

"No, it's her fault," snapped Frankenstein. "She's an ungrateful, irrational, infuriating woman! But what woman isn't?" he snorted.

"Emma isn't," retorted Jekyll. "Do you want lunch, Frankenstein?"

"No, thank you," sniffed Frankenstein. "I'm going out."

He opened the door. "Dracula and Elizabeth are at the tavern," he said. "In case you were thinking of others rather than yourself. Good day, Jekyll."

He slammed the door. "It's a shame about Dr. Frankenstein and Miss Moritz," commented Emma.

"Not really," retorted Jekyll. "I don't think they had a very happy relationship, what with Frankenstein trying to control everything. He should stick to science."

"I'm glad you didn't, Henry," replied Emma, smiling at him.

"Emma, let me assure you, I make a much better scientist than I do a lover," replied Jekyll.

"I doubt that," she replied, grinning. He smiled back and kissed her.

"I'm lucky, you know," he murmured. "To have someone like you."

"I'm lucky," she retorted, grinning. "To have you."

They kissed again for a long time. There was an angry cough at the door and they broke to see Dr. Frankenstein standing there. "I forgot my hat," he snapped. "Don't let me interrupt anything."

He slammed the door again, and Emma giggled. Jekyll joined her in laughing, and then, kissing her again, said, "Come on. Let's get some lunch."