I'm back, and like usual, here are the responses to all the reviews I have received in the past 24 hours.

To Clez: Yep. Poor everyone. Sigh.

To Night Music: The reason that Jekyll doesn't reflect on Mina loving him is that he's so in shock by her death that it never crosses his mind (sorry, I should have made that clearer in the story.) Oh, and about Batsie.you may be surprised at the end of the story.

To Starlight 16: Jekyll feels much better now that you've comforted him. As for Batsie liking it that Mina has died, wait a few more chapters, and you'll see why that is.

To A_LXG_fan: I laughed when I read your comment! Yeah, Batsie probably is a name the Joker would call Batman. By the way.I'm really not sure that Batsie can be considered a Mary Sue. Nobody ends up falling in love with her, and she's not even human!

To 20xd6: You're absolutely right. Normally, Nemo wouldn't be all lovey-dovey over a girl. However, Batsie isn't just any regular girl. You'll soon see what I mean.

To IDUNWANNA: *chasing you around in circles* YEAH I KILLED HER YEAH I KILLED HER YEAH I KILLED HER AND BY INFLUENZA TOO!!!!!

To IDUNWANNA (again): Aw, don't cry. Here, borrow my Jekyll plushie. He'll cheer you up.

Anyway, here's the next chapter, so enjoy!

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The night passed in a blur. Neither Jekyll nor Nemo got much sleep that night. Skinner and Sawyer took sleeping pills before bed, but still had troubled night sleeps. Andre McCane sat up at his desk all night long, thinking mysterious thoughts about Mina and her death. However, in the room adjacent to McCane's, Batsie Linoge slept peacefully with a smile on her face.

The following morning, Jekyll refused to go to breakfast, saying that he was not hungry. Nemo had hot herbal tea delivered to his room anyway.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, none of the passengers ate, but only drank coffee and tea. "I've been thinking about this, and I want you all to hear my idea," Nemo announced. "I say we place Mina's body in a glass coffin and fill the coffin with beautiful flowers. When we return to London, we will bury her next to her husband."

"I agree," Sawyer nodded.

"As do I," Skinner added.

"Coffin?" asked Andre McCane, a look of horror coming upon his face. "Oh, no!"

"Andre, what is it?" asked Batsie, turning to her husband, concerned.

"Nemo, we can't place Mina in a glass coffin. She's a vampire. Don't we have to cut off her head, drive a stake through her heart, and stuff her mouth with garlic before we bury her?"

There was a silence. "Yes, I suppose so," said Nemo quietly. "All right, no glass coffin. We'll make it a beautiful one made out of white chrome."

"You mean, like the metal of the Nemomobile?" asked Sawyer.

"Exactly," Nemo nodded.

Batsie sighed. "Captain," she addressed Nemo, "if we must give Mina a proper burial, my journey to New Zealand shall have to wait. We must turn this ship around and head straight for London at once."

"Batsie, no. You must be in New Zealand in four days," McCane reminded her, alarmed at her suggestion.

"Burying the dead with respect is a priority in the Lord's eyes," Batsie said to him. "We must give Mina a proper burial."

Nemo looked at Batsie for a long time. Finally, he nodded. "All right. If you're sure this is what you want to do, Mrs. Linoge, we will return to London at once to bury Mina. As of now, we are in the South Atlantic Ocean a few hundred miles from the coast of Brazil. It'll take us about another two days to return to London."

"Two days," McCane whispered to Batsie. "Is that enough time for you to complete your mission?"

"If I act swiftly," Batsie replied. "I know I must complete my mission before Mina is buried!"

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Down in the lowest deck of the Nautilus, crewmen had discovered scraps of white chrome left from when the Nemomobile had been built a few years ago. Carefully, they began to piece them together to build a coffin for Mina.

Batsie, who had discovered she was just a size smaller than Mina had been, donated a beautiful white satin dressing gown for Mina to be buried in.

"Let's hope she fits it," Sawyer remarked. "But are you sure that white is wise? I mean, imagine all of the blood that will soak it after we cut off her head and drive a stake through her heart."

"White will guarantee that she will reach Paradise," Batsie replied. "And with a heavy heart such as hers, she cannot afford to spend eternity without her husband."

"How do you know Jonathan made it to Paradise?"

"I told you last night, boy. I know him."

"KNEW him, rather."

"Yes, quite right."

Mina's body rested on her bed. Her hair had been carefully brushed, and makeup applied to her face. Her arms were folded in the traditional position of a corpse. She awaited placement into her coffin.

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Meanwhile, Jekyll had never quite gotten over the fact that he hadn't been able to save Mina. He cried all morning and all afternoon. Edward Hyde, who was revolted by Jekyll's crying, had actually left Jekyll's body. The form of Henry Jekyll was now occupied by just Henry Jekyll alone. However, Henry was too upset to enjoy his freedom.

Jekyll's room was located only two doors away from McCane's room, and only one door away from Batsie's room. Hearing his crying late into the afternoon, Batsie came over to investigate.

"You are Dr. Henry Jekyll," Batsie announced quietly, standing in Jekyll's doorway and looking at him. "You are a good man with a big heart. The Lord adores you, Henry."

"How do you know that?" Jekyll cried. "Who are you? What are you doing in my room? I don't want to be bothered, GO AWAY!" Jekyll had never met Batsie before. As long as Batsie had been aboard the Nautilus, he had never managed to actually meet her.

"My name is Batsie Elizabeth Gerrard McCane Linoge," Batsie said quietly. "I am Andre McCane's ex-wife."

Jekyll just stared at her, tears still streaming down his cheeks. So this was McCane's ex-wife. As he looked at her, he noticed the white dress she was wearing. "HOW can you wear white at a time like this? Mina Harker is dead!"

"I wear white every day."

"Why?"

"Because I have to," Batsie replied. After another sorrowful glance at him, she left.

Jekyll remembered how he had told Nemo he wanted to make a good impression on Batsie. Well, considering he had bawled their entire first meeting, and how he had told her to go away, Jekyll just cried some more. He hadn't made a decent first impression on her. Batsie probably thought he was a big crybaby.

He wondered if what she had said had been right. The Lord adored him. Well, if the Lord adored him, did Batsie adore him? Well, Jekyll didn't care if she ADORED him, just as long as she regarded him as a decent, respectful man.

Which, after their first meeting, she probably didn't.

Jekyll just cried some more. He had been crying for almost a day straight now. His stomach hurt like a sharp dagger was punching through it, and he felt a fever seeping in. He was getting sick from crying too hard.

Enough was enough. Jekyll got up from bed, staggered over to his lab table beside his desk, and hastily threw together a powerful sleeping potion, his hands shaking as he poured together the ingredients.

As he downed it, he thought silently to himself. "You know, what if I accidently swallowed a deadly overdose of sleeping potion? What if I accidently poisoned myself by throwing something dangerous into my sleeping potion? What if I, Dr. Henry Jekyll, decided to end my life?"

Well, he thought sleepily, wondering back over to his bed, if he died, he wouldn't have to worry about Hyde anymore. Or his reputation in London. Or losing any more friends from influenza. Or making bad first impressions.

Being dead would actually have a lot of advantages for Jekyll. But now, he was way too tired. The sleeping potion settled in and Jekyll started right off to sleep.

He would deal with himself when he woke up.

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Starlight 16, if you're reading this, you might want to comfort Jekyll some more. He definitely needs it.

I've already written chapter seven, but I'm going to wait a while before I post it. To let you all reflect on this one first.

~ Alisonia