"Come, sit on my bed and recover from this nasty shock."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Ever since I've gotten this job."

"A lady should never have to work."

"Well I personally disagree with that tradition Mr. Renfield." She said, feeling personally offended by this statement.

"I didn't mean anything by it, I just think a lady should have the option." Renfield explained further.

"Oh. I'm sorry Mr. Renfield; I'm just so flustered by this event that I'm losing my composure." She said, beginning to sob.

Renfield put his arm around her.

"Now Now, I'll have none of that now. I know for a fact that you're a strong woman. You don't want to let yourself loose in front of a perfect stranger, do you?" she tried to hold back her tears.

"I suppose you are right, Mr. Renfield." She stood up and looked towards the barred window.

"Full moon. It's been exactly one month since it happened." She said to herself.

"Since what happened?" Renfield asked curiously racing up behind her. Victoria sighed.

"Since the incident that landed me in this wretched place." She said angrily, looking down at the floor.

"Explain it to me. We might have something in common."

"Exactly one month age, I witnessed a murder."

"I know what I saw. Even if no one believes me." She inhaled.

"The official report was murder by knifes and teeth. But I know what I saw. I saw a wolf attack a man. I was the only witness. After the wolf attacked I saw him transform into a man and then back into a wolf when he saw me, then he ran off. Now I know what I saw, mind you, I'm not mad. And I don't have much of an imagination. But no one wanted to believe me. They figured I'd seen Thomas Brown, the local madman." She said. Renfield, concentrating on her story, rubbed his stubbly facial hair.

"Now while Thomas brown does look rather hairy and animal like, it was not him. I saw a wolf!" she said, finalizing her story with a slight huff. Renfield sighed, looking into he deep blue eyes.

"Well Victoria, while the general population would come to believe you're mad, and I can understand why, I have had so many strange goings on in the last year of my aging life that I cannot help but agree with your side of the crime. Call me mad, but I concur with you." He said softly.

"Now my dear friend, I have given you all of my personal information, now you must give me yours." Renfield backed up a bit from her and crossed his arms.

"Well-I- uh…I'd really rather…" he began avoiding Victoria's eye.

"Mr. Renfield, if you are uncomfortable explaining your past then by all means, don't explain it." Victoria said. But I'll figure it out someday, she thought.

"Mr. Renfield, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be spending the night here."

"You will?" he asked, rather shocked.

"Won't somebody come to your rescue shortly?" he asked.

"Oh no, they leave me here until the day crew comes to bring me back to my ward."

"So I take it this happens quite often."

"Correct. Many times before. About twice a week." She said.

"my god. Well I am here to let you know that anytime this happens again, my cell is welcome to you." He said, stepping closer to Victoria. And Victoria followed suit.

"Thank you Mr. Renfield. I think we will become great friends."