Chapter Thirty-Eight:
Skinner…
Skinner found Kathryn asleep at her desk again. He quietly walked to her and as he lifted her into his arms to take her to the bed, she spoke in her sleep. She whispered, "It's done… Now… we must kill him…"
Slightly confused by her words, he gently set her on the bed. When he pulled a blanket across her, she woke suddenly, gasping. "Kate," he said gently. "It's all right. It's me."
She relaxed greatly. "Sorry," she muttered. "I suppose that my nerves are a bit strained from working for weeks on end."
"I understand," he replied. "You were talking in your sleep."
"Was I?" she asked, seemingly horrified. "What was I saying?"
" 'It's done. Now, we must kill him,' " he said. "Care to explain?"
She sighed. "The antidote is complete," she answered. "Now, we only need to have Moriarty drink it and we can kill him."
Skinner brushed her hair from her face. "Are you sure you can do that?" he asked softly.
"Yes," she said firmly. "He sent me through Hell… It's time he sees what it's like."
