"Now you have me shaking with fear, Holy Water really is that all you got?"

"Oh, I'm just getting started" she said walking toward him, knife tightly in her grip.

"You know for someone so intent on doing good in the world, you're quit protected of this man. Isn't he known in Victorian Times as Jack the Ripper?"

"It does not matter who he was, you do not belong in there."

"Oh, am I detecting some unresolved feelings for this John Druitt?"

Helen turned away.

"Ah, yes. I believe I'm right." Alastair smiled, knowing he reached a sore spot.

Helen grabbed the Holy Water off the table, opened his mouth opened and poured the water down his throat.

"That strong enough for you?" she asked, as he coughed in pain.

"I told you I like the feisty ones, maybe I should have taken over you, instead of him."

"You would have been dead before you even finished thinking about that."

"You know I can feel him, struggling, trying to break free. It's pathetic really." he said as Helen began organizing the tools on the table.

"He's trying real hard, but there are times when I can feel it, he want this to be all over. He'd rather you kill both of us, then you letting me out, and I killing you. Because really thats the first thing I'm going to do. I have it planned all in my head. Its going to be slow and painful."

"You wouldn't stand a chance."

"Shall we see who is right then?"