Tessa couldn't sleep. The nightmares kept returning to her no matter how much time had passed since they'd occurred. Giant mechanical machines and a man in a dark, billowing trench coat and top hat plagued her mind.

Sighing she rolled over reaching out tentatively to her husband. Jem. His hair glinted in the faint moonlight but his silver eyes were closed. Tessa went to brush his hair back and recoiled when her hand touched his feverish skin. Looking closer she could see his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and he seemed to be taking quick shallow breaths. Should she wake him up? When was the last time he'd taken his drug? Tessa was saved from making a decision when his eyes snapped open. They both got a shock and sprang apart. Jem sat upright with his face in his hands, his body looked rigid and tense.

'Jem, are you well?' Tessa pleaded.

There was no response. Tessa grabbed his shoulder and he flinched away. When he lifted his eyes the pupils were so large they eclipsed his irises. He stared at her like she was a stranger, looking straight through her.

'Jem? Do you need the drug?' No response.

'Jem speak to me!' She was yelling now but he still couldn't focus on her.

Tessa grabbed his face roughly forcing him to look at her. She was about to ask him where the drug was when something hit her hard on her cheek. She fell backwards with one hand held to her face. It didn't hurt, not really but she was astonished and confused. When her vision cleared she saw Jem hovering over her with one hand clenched in a fist. He looked enraged and unlike himself. If people had demon versions of themselves that's what was happening to Jem. It was like he couldn't control himself.

Tessa tried to say something but Jem lunged forward and held her down. His head was whipping from side to side like he was looking for something. Tessa wriggled trying to get free but it only made Jem hold her wrists tighter. The pain was intense and she screamed. She knew Jem would never intentionally harm her but this was a different Jem. This was not her Jem.

Suddenly the door burst open illuminating a tall, dark haired figure. He looked around the room confused then his unique blue eyes seemed to click with realisation.

'Will!' Tessa gasped but there was need as Will was already on the move.

He leaped across the room like a panther, tackling Jem around his middle and dragging him to the floor. Tessa lay stunned on the bed before coming to her senses. She made a dash for the door and almost bowled over an astonished looking Sophie.

'What on Earth is going on here Miss?' She cried.

'Sophie! Thank the Angels, take Tessa and find Charlotte,' Will said. He stopped momentarily to control the struggling Jem. 'Tell her there's been an incident.'

Sophie led Tessa out by her elbow quickly but not before Tessa saw Will pin her poor, beloved Jem to the ground. Their muffled shouts and cries were heard even after the door had shut, along with Will's voice asking something along the lines of 'What's gotten into you?' But with much more vulgar language than a young gentleman should use.

Tessa was in so much shock she didn't even realise her hands and knees were shaking so badly that Sophie needed to support her. She just followed the maid to the drawing room where a very tired and pregnant looking Charlotte was resting. Charlotte had been working harder than ever to make sure there weren't any issues for when the baby came and she would have to take time off from running the institute.

Charlotte didn't look up at first but when neither of the girls spoke she raised her head stiffly. It didn't take her long to see that something had gone wrong, even in her tired and exhausted state. Tessa wasn't aware of what Sophie and Charlotte talked about, the only thing she concentrated on was one of the velvet couches that beckoned to her. How long she stayed there, she couldn't be sure but by the time she finally looked up Sophie was gone and Charlotte and Henry were in a corner talking quietly. In her hands was a cup of something warm that she realised Sophie must have given to her. She thought Charlotte might have asked her a few questions but Tessa couldn't remember answering them.

Upon seeing Tessa stir, Charlotte made her way over, setting herself down slowly on the couch.

'Tessa, how are you feeling?'

'A bit shaken but, I'm starting to feel better,' She paused uncertainly. 'Jem. How is he?'

'Don't worry he's fine. Will just came down to say he left him upstairs sleeping.' Charlotte patted her shoulder gently.

'Will was here?'

'Yes he came down to make sure you were ok.' She looked at her quizzically but thankfully didn't question her further.

Tessa's mind was still coming to terms with the fact that Jem had attacked her and she knew she should feel scared, afraid, betrayed anything like that. But she didn't. She just wanted to make sure Jem was back to normal and she knew that he would be feeling terrible about the whole ordeal.

'May I see him?'

'Who? Will?'

'What? No Jem. I suspect he's feeling a bit culpable at the moment.'

'I think he would be too, but I don't think it would be a good time to go and see him tonight dear. Why not wait until morning?'

Tessa felt a lurch of disappointment but she trusted Charlotte enough to decide it might be worth waiting the night.

'But where would I stay? I don't think I could possibly go back to my old room alone.'

Charlotte thought for a moment before replying, 'You can sleep in the room down from my own. It'll be closer to me if you need to talk to someone and won't be as lonely as your old room.'

Tessa much would have preferred sleeping in a new room where there weren't any memories like there most certainly would be in her old room so she agreed to let Charlotte show her to her temporary lodgings for the night.