Mina stood, silently staring out at the enormous, black ocean. Her coat billowing about her ankles as the wind picked up around her. Behind her stood Nemo. He had his hands in his pockets as he waited patiently for Mina's reply.

She had made quite the fool of herself this night. After finding the painting in Jekyll's trunk she had gone a bit mad. And in her madness she had slipped into some sort of panic attack. Nemo had been notified of this and he had taken the Nautilus to the surface at once so that Mina could get some fresh air. Now he stood waiting on her to let him know when she would be able to face the under decks once more.

She cleared her throat and turned to the captain, "An hour more." She said softly.

He bowed lightly, "As you wish."

She turned back toward the railing; her hands grasping so tightly to the rail that she was sure her cold fingers would break, crumbling down into the dark Ocean below. For a moment or more she stared down at her gloved hand, her eyes trying to imagine anything but the face in that painting.

The face of the boy.

The young boy she had killed so long ago.

Suddenly the ship rocked to the side and a great burst of wind made her stumble back, her hand coming to rest on someone standing behind her.

Before she could get a good grip of the strong arm reaching to help her regain her footing, another slumping of the ship pushed her further back into the person at her heels and she let out a small cry of surprise.

Quickly she was nudged back to her standing position as the ship groaned against the rising and falling of the waves.

Slowly she turned to see Tom Sawyer standing in the fading moonlight, his sandy hair blowing wildly in the wind, his mouth set in a half grin, "I guess I am a useful sort of guy, huh?"

Mina stared at him, her face feeling like a stone wall against the horrible, chaffing cold, "How is your lip?" She asked softly as she tried to regain her composure.

He lifted a finger to his lips and felt the scab that was now covering the two holes, one in his lip and one on his cheek, "It's okay." He said sounding not so sure as he eyed her, "I'm not going to turn into a vampire, right?"

She seemed to have gathered some of the coldness into her self as she stared at Sawyer, "Only if I bite into a vein." She said and then turned.

"You okay?" he asked as she walked back over to the railing, "I heard you were having trouble breathing below."

"Fine Mr. Sawyer." She said with little regard to him as she settled herself at the rail again.

Tom shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the railing beside her. He stared out at the night. The stars were terribly bright and he couldn't help but comment on how wonderful they seemed. Mina only let out a little sigh.

He eyed her for a moment and then he nervously pulled his Winchester from his side and aimed at an iceberg that seemed to be miles away. He let go one round and then another.

"Do you know anything about Jekyll?" Mina asked as Tom reloaded his gun. He shrugged his shoulders.

"No." he said as he aimed and began to shot again, "Why?"

"His past, Tom. Did he have any children?"

Tom hesitated, his eyes now on Mina as she glanced his way, "Why do you ask?"

"I found a picture in his trunk." She said easily enough, "The child looks just like him."

Tom edged away from Mina, now aiming the Winchester elsewhere, "He did. The kid died."

Mina felt ice drip in chunks down her spine, "How old was he when he died?" she asked, her hands now so tight on the rail that she was sure it would crack soon.

Tom took his eye from the target to look at Mina, "Why?"

"Just curious." She said as she lifted her gaze to the sky, "I suppose the age could explain the look I see in his eyes sometimes."

Tom lowered the gun, "I think Jekyll said he was thirteen. They found him in an alley, his throat all torn out."

Mina felt a shudder of guilt ricochet through her body, "And they never found the murderer?"

Tom let off another shot and then looked to Mina, "No. Jekyll said that he fashioned Hyde to find the garbage that killed his son, but Hyde never found the guy either. The mother was some whore that Jekyll had a few flings with and then, when she got very ill, she left the newborn on Jekyll's steps. He took care of the kid from then on. You know, " Tom aimed the gun again and shot it, "until the kid got mutilated."

"Jekyll thinks it was a man?" Mina now asked as she eyed the muscles in Tom's forearms. She found herself fascinated by how strong he seemed and the fact that he wasn't freezing with his sleeves rolled up.

"Of course. Probably the Ripper. Who knows." Tom said, but cleared his throat, "Or something else. I guess now I'll believe in any monster since I have met so…"

"Watch it Mr. Sawyer." Mina cautioned stiffly.

"Sorry." He said and let off another shot.

"Jekyll told you all of this?" Mina whispered as confusion spread itself among her features.

Tom shrugged and leaned over the railing to look down at the water, "People talk to me, I guess I am easy that way." He eyed her from under his bangs, "I think Hyde kills the prostitutes because Jekyll still blames the mother, who was a prostitute, for getting a horrible illness and leaving him with the kid. I don't know, Mina, I guess I hope to never have children."

"You are a child." Mina said, but immediately felt like grabbing the words out of the air and slamming them back into her mouth, "I mean…"

Tom looked sunken, "I know what you mean." He said as he threw his gun over his shoulder and walked back toward the door to go down, "Goodnight Mina."

She stared after him feeling as if she had just let something-wonderful pass her by.