He had decided to spend the night before with Igor, they had both partaken in a large amount of Scotch to calm Igor's nerves, more than anything. The poor young man was trembling like a leaf in a gale, when Lloyd had first arrived and it was the least he could do. It gave them both plenty of time to go over the plans for the following day, specifically; how to break Jay out of there and his further recovery at home.

He had begrudgingly left the black bricked townhouse and had carefully climbed up and into the brown covered horse drawn carriage. He pulled the scarlet sashes across and had lowered the window to bid a farewell to Igor. "I'll get him back Igor, do not worry yourself needlessly."

Igor smiled at his promise, it was a risky endeavour but he had all faith in Dr Jekyll's plan. "I will see you later then?"

Lloyd nodded and smiled, then tapped his cane on the panelling behind him alerting the horseman to begin the journey. "Later Igor, get some rest and notify Cole and Zane of my plans as soon as you can, just in case of failure."

Igor nodded and stood back as the carriage began to move. He didn't seem overly concerned that he was standing and getting soaked to the bone. The weather was horrendous, but it wasn't cold, it was unseasonably warm, the rain only added to the humidity.

His carriage plodded along, squelching slowly through the waterlogged streets as the two horses struggled to get a decent grip in the mud. It wasn't long before they were travelling south and over Westminster bridge.

The first thing he felt was the apprehension of what lay ahead and what he needed to do. He knew he wasn't a psychiatrist, he was a physician first and foremost. But if his memories served him correctly, he had received a telegram many weeks ago, his services had been asked for in treating some of the lost souls who had picked up injuries or who had festering wounds because of restraints that were used.

He wasn't exactly working at that moment, he'd been too busy trying to find answers as to how and why they had ended up in London during the late Victorian Era. But he snapped up the job offer as money would fast become an issue for a few of them.

He thought back to what Igor had said, he mentioned that Jay's monster had done it, but he was not to be held accountable. It was absurd, the thought of it made Mr Hyde make a brief appearance even if it was just a mere glimpse of his alter ego.

He momentarily closed his mind to his brothers and instead focussed on what Jekyll and Hyde would do, although he focused more on the civil one, rather than the overly aggressive side. Pulling forth some of that medical knowledge he'd be able to use when he arrived at Bethlem Hospital.

Pulling back the small scarlet sash in his carriage, he turned his nose up at the awful smell of sewerage as it wafted into his carriage from the river below. It left the pungent aroma of a rotten egg to linger like an unwelcome guest.

He hoped that it wouldn't taint his clothes, he'd paid a small fortune for the soap, the Astor cologne had almost broken the bank but it was worth it, plus it also helped Kai to hide his god awful stink.

The cologne, was at present, leaving a pleasant aroma to fill his senses once he was finally over the winding rat infested river.

The filthy brown stretch of water had cut through the city like a giant scar. Typically, it was the main thoroughfare of the city. The river banks were always laden with decrepit clipper ships, loading and unloading cargo. Those ships looked more rotten than anything, it was a small wonder that they hadn't just sunk when they sped across the English Channel or bottomed out when they finally docked somewhere, he was surprised that they hadn't been decommissioned.

Then there were the fully rigged three-mast ships, looking splendid as always, well the senior staff did. Lloyd had thought to himself, sitting aimlessly in his carriage watching the overworked crew doing everything on command.

He noted, with disdain, the ripped slops they wore as clothes. The overall state of their physical appearance was terrible despite the musculature on show. He correctly deduced that it would be a collaboration of many factors; a possible overindulgence of rum and whisky, maybe not enough citrus fruit and far too much labour intensive work.

Finally, after twenty more minutes and a quick check of his fob, he noted it was almost five to the hour. He straightened his attire as he sat and waited with baited breath, as the large gates opened to allow his carriage free passage to the main entrance.

Bethlem was grandiose in style, it was magnificent from the outside, fully laid to lawn with a long driveway that saw numerous carriages arrive and depart at frightening speed, it provided a startling clarity that painted an ominous picture of the sheer amount of mentally unstable, trapped within her walls.

The hospital for the psychiatrically insane looked akin to Queen Victoria's home of Buckingham Palace, aside from the fact that Bethlem was on the wrong side of the river Thames.

Despite its palatial pretensions, the place was suffering slight physical deterioration with uneven floors, the odd buckling wall and a leaking roof, but that wasn't seen from the outside. The physicians who visited mentioned that it resembled a crazy carcass, not too dissimilar from some of the patients she housed.

"It looks like a gigantic brick built Palace," Lloyd mumbled to himself, he was impressed with what he saw but it gave off an eerie vibe.

He received no response, he was talking to himself, albeit quietly. "I bet it looks better in the summer…"

This grand building was surrounded by ash and elm trees and harsh black railings to make the place look less intense. If anything it still looked opposing and incredibly oppressive to those trapped within.

But from the outside he could see the sheer size of the building, the majority of less insane patients were allowed to roam freely, even to the extent of venturing out into the city. It was a hospital of sorts, more alms than anything for those who needed shelter or food. They were the lucky ones, the ones who got to leave.

Lloyd, now known as Dr Jekyll, or on occasion as Mr Hyde, had arrived promptly at 9 o'clock as he believed the clock tower would have struck. He listened carefully, he could just make out all of the London clocks chiming in quick succession, reminding him of a familiar nursery rhyme.

His fob watch, that was almost stolen a few days ago was timed to the exact timing of the main clock tower and great bell of Westminster palace, called Big Ben by the commoners.

He discreetly took his daily serum, hidden within a hip flask. This small amount was sufficient for keeping Mr Hyde at bay for the duration of his stay here. For to have his own alter ego make an appearance here today would be the end of his career and livelihood. He would be in the basement with the worst of them.

The whole place made Lloyd shudder, he kept it hidden, ran a hand through his impeccably smart but longish blonde hair. Aside from being structurally unsound and perilously underfunded, Bethlem had a disturbing history of being an abusive setting during a time when treatment of the "mad" was primarily physical constraints, the ones he wanted to avoid being afforded to Jay.

"Good day sir, a pleasant journey?" The orderly took his wet jacket and top hat and then handed him a sheet of new patient admissions to go over, thinking him a permanent fixture of this hospital for the alms.

"New admissions, Sir…"

He nodded in response, he didn't need to speak as such, at least not to an orderly. He perused the list but saw no familiar name, likely attributed to the fact that his friend was not particularly new.

No, Igor quite clearly stated he had been here for a few days at least, it seems more like a week. He handed all of the new admissions back with a shake of his head.

It was quite funny to think that Jay had chosen such a quirky character to portray, out of all the sane ones he could have chosen, he had to choose the most socially awkward, the most psychotic of the lot, save for himself of course.

Victor Frankenstein, in hindsight now Lloyd had thought about it, should certainly be in here as he had lost all sense of reality and with his impaired functioning, and his nonexistent sense of objective reality. He was a true danger to himself and everyone around him.

The mind that Jay shared with his character didn't allow free thought because his mind was a jumble of numbers, quadratic equations, figures, electrical currents, body parts, circulatory systems and the worst….self-loathing.

Jay shouldn't be here though…

He was eager to find him, he needed to get him away. A niggling feeling made itself known, that made him question his reason for being here. Jay was living in that big London townhouse with Igor, he had some company but when Igor slept, Jay carried on working. He worked every hour of the day, so much so that his eyelids had reddened.

Dorian, although his mansion was huge in comparison, couldn't keep any more odd occupants. He already had Zane there and him on occasion. Jay, lived relatively alone.

He had the room in his house to accommodate, and he knew of one who could do with a roof over his head. One who slept very little because sleep was still relatively new to him.

Zane, he would be the perfect housemate for Jay. Between Igor and Zane, they could both keep an eye on him, to keep him from destroying himself at least.

"Doctors rounds for the existing occupants of the psychiatric wards?" Came a higher pitched but smooth Atlantic accent. It was a question rather than an observation, so it would seem.

Lloyd did a double take and turned to find the source of the soothing voice, his green eyes settling on a much younger blonde doctor, one who looked as young as his original self and not the thirty-year-old body he was currently residing in. "Thank you, and you would be?" He said as he took half of the sheets from the ever expanding pile of parchment.

"I'm your new junior doctor for the day, sir. S-sorry, excuse me, my name is Mr Cushing."

"Have you ventured far to get here today?" Lloyd inquired.

He nodded and pushed his metal-rimmed spectacles back onto the bridge of his nose. "I am well studied, I have been housed in Liverpool. This is merely to increase my repertoire of demented and insane patients."

"Indeed…" Lloyd replied subconsciously as he thumbed the list, becoming sidetracked by the sound of water dripping into metal buckets nearby.

"It is often said that the full moon explains the reasons for their madness, do you believe this too?" The young doctor asked as he stood at the side of Lloyd, he regarded this blonde Dr Jekyll as his superior.

"Perhaps pertinent for you to conduct a study on the matter, also further research as to why we seem to have so many more here in February." He said whilst passing back the remainder of the sheets. Glad that his poker straight face was hiding his true feelings of wanting to flat out laugh at making the young doctor do his bidding.

"Maybe a lengthy research study would be beneficial for furthering your education, no?"

The young doctor nodded enthusiastically and agreed.

"Then you can begin with the first half of these patients as they seemed to show more unnatural behavioural tendencies during the lunar cycles."

He gave the half the sheet to the young doctor and he accepted it gratefully.

Sucker! Lloyd hid the smirk that came to his face.

He had starred his own patients that he would visit, ending with Jay. His list only had four patients on, which equated to an easy and potentially straightforward day.

He was handed a much smaller list with basic patient details, he smirked at the fact that the roundings' were so much smaller in comparison to the new admittances. This meant that Bedlam was approaching capacity and fast.

Soon there would be too many here and they would need to build another asylum or maybe pack them into the open cells beneath….or maybe, just maybe they could fund a medication that actually worked instead of leaving them hysterical.

"So tell me, what part of this are you interested in?" Lloyd questioned, he hated using airs and graces. He hated this era, it was so depressing and archaic. There was nothing about this life he liked, except for the power his stature and title gave him, he was, at present, a well-respected physician paid well and held in high esteem.

The young doctor stalled as he continued to glance through all the patient names. "Sorry?"

"What field are you interested in Dr Cushing?" Lloyd repeated with some intrigue as he thumbed down the list of long-term patients.

"I have a fondness for studying neurology." He finally replied but kept his gaze on the parchment he held firm, he was shaking, slightly nervous at the questioning from the senior doctor.

Lloyd smirked. "Indeed, it is a fascinating subject."

His green eyes settled on a familiar name, he creased a line with his finely manicured nails underlining V.V. J.F

Carefully, he pocketed the fob watch after checking the time. "Is it the inner workings of the brain or an interest into the medications that make them catatonic?" He asked although he showed no real interest.

The young doctor seemed excited to be asked and his eyes widened at his superiors' piqued interest. "I wish to become a neurosurgeon of sorts. To look into the brain, that subject matter is most fascinating."

He perused the list again and found the additional details he required. "Not overly squeamish then?" He inquired with a raised eyebrow.

His physicians' mind made a mental note that in order to become a surgeon of any kind required a strong stomach, an even stronger resolve and a dastardly ambition to learn rather than to cure.

Victor Von Frankenstein, check. There was really only one person that could possibly have that name. No one else in this country had such a foreign sounding name, save for Jay, he thought to himself.

Unbeknownst to Jay, was that character was his alter ego. Whatever happened on his journey here, altered his perception of reality. That was what Zane had mentioned to him anyway and Lloyd had not questioned it.

Lloyd had used his physician skills from his own character's memory to confirm that same fact. Jay was unstable, there really was no doubt about it.

Male, check. This was a good start, at least he knew they had checked his gender, although the more he thought about that, the more he realised that some of the occupants became genderless after being institutionalised for so long.

It was the insanity, it made them act feral and their strength surpassed that of any normal human. It was why they were down in the basement, wearing branks. He shuddered at the images of their faces and their shocking brown teeth. The branks were never removed, they served as a protection for themselves and to prevent any biting episodes.

Moving on, he checked down the handwritten sheet, the ink was dry but it was lightly smudging because he had just travelled in from the rain.

Malnourished, check. He knew Jay wasn't eating all that much. He simply shrugged it off, ate sparse amounts because his damned beast took all of his waking moments.

Age: 19, check. Too young to be in here, to be burdened with all this on his shoulders. No wonder Frankenstein became unstable, Lloyd had remembered brief Cliff notes on the book and the fact that it stated he lost everything dear to him before he even reached his twenties.

Diagnosis: Psychosis, check. Actually, that was spot on correct, completely accurate. Lloyd couldn't fault the physician who had correctly diagnosed him and he felt slightly bad that he would need to sully his name in order to get Jay out of here.

Treatment: restraint and opiates, Damn, that was not good. It was the polar opposite, The last they needed as a group was someone with an addiction. Lloyd thought back to his current team, the ones that he had found. He already had a bad boy satyromaniac who took anything on two legs (within reason, they had to be fair of face according to Dorian) Cole just shrugged it off in the morning, sometimes he'd blush other times he'd boast.

Then there was Zane, he was fast becoming a recluse, preferring to spend time on his own, not unlike Jay. At least he hadn't witnessed any odd behaviour yet from him, but then he had been spending the majority of time living with the bad influence known as Cole.

The only scary part of all this was the fact that the longer they remained in this form the more likelihood they would meet their final demise at the hands of each of their foes, which set a plan of action into motion….

Lloyd thought on it as he made his way to his first patient, he would need to come up with an evening event and invite everyone, perhaps they could hold it at Jay's house, it seemed right, more central, maybe they could make it a regular occurrence.