"I can't just leave Emily with Hyde," he thought, "I have to do this."
He was fully dressed and ready to go. He snuck out the door, down the stairs, and down the street to the clocktower. He didn't have to wait long before Hyde showed up with a few of his henchmen.
"You came," said Hyde, "To be honest, I thought you wouldn't show up."
"I'll do anything for my sister," Henry responded, "Where Is she?"
"All in due time," Hyde dismissed, "Now, about my happy ending."
"What do you want?"
"I want happy endings for all of the untold stories," Hyde declared, "and I want you to come with me to write them."
"No. I want to see Emily."
"You are stubborn. Very well."
He turned to one of his henchmen and issued a command in another language. The henchman clapped twice, but nothing happened. So he clapped twice more, and Emily materialized in front of Henry.
"Emily?"
She looked at him.
"Henry," she said, "I miss you."
"I miss you too," he said, "Are you hurt?"
"No. I'm fine. As long as you do what Hyde tells you to do I'll be okay."
To Henry, the words his sister was saying didn't seem to be her own. They sounded scripted, like someone else was feeding them to her. She was expressionless and monotone.
"Are you sure you're fine?"
She looked around her.
"Run," she said, now full of urgency, "This is a trap. Don't worry about me. I'm not really here. Run!"
Henry turned and began running away. Hyde gave instructions to his henchmen, no doubt to retrieve Henry at all costs. They began chasing Henry. Eventually one of them caught up to him. He felt a prick on his arm and a wave of drowsiness. He struggled, but everything was fading away as he fell limp and unconscious. Hyde's men picked him up and carried him away.
