One evening, after dinner, as Mina and Jekyll were getting ready for bed, she said, "Angela unnerves me, Henry. She really does."
"What do you mean?" he asked, making sure all the vials of his formula were accounted for. "She's an Angel. How can she unnerve you?"
Mina sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "She seems to know more about me than I do," she said. "And I know she's an Angel and has access to God's Knowledge. But, honestly, no one should know that much about someone. Not even an Angel."
Jekyll sat next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "Mina," he said softly. "I wouldn't worry too much about it. I honestly believe we can trust Angela. She's a good person, Mina."
"I know," she said, leaning her head on his shoulder. They remained in that position for a moment. Then Mina had a thought. "Do you remember what happened when we faced Dracula the other day?" He nodded. "I seem to remember being able to hear what was going on around me even though I wasn't fully conscious. Did Dracula say it had been three or four hundreds years since they last me?"
"Yes, I believe he did," Jekyll replied. "I hadn't thought about it. Why do you ask?"
Mina sat up and looked him in the eyes. "Maybe it was Angela who put him in his grave the first time," she said.