Ah, the shivers I got in the morning. A double murder, no less. And his shameful thought of Lucy the night before. Disgusting, it was just disgusting. That brute beast should have be destroyed. The easiest way was to bring an end for the both of us, but I didn't want it. I wanted a chance to live.

And yet… I felt such a horrible guilty conscience. I created such a monster, I wasn't allowed to live. But I yearned to live so much. To gain again all I lost. Did it make me any different from Hyde? He, too, only wanted to fulfil his wishes, live his life to the fullest? Was I any different? What is the inherent difference between good and evil? Is there any?

With all these thoughts in my head, no wonder I bumped into someone. It was Thomas.

"Did you read the newspapers? Two murders this time," he sounded angry. I looked around me and surprised faces looked in our direction. They surely hated me for making him react like this, though they shouldn't have known about the connection.

"Indeed, a horrible morning."

"Do you remember what I asked of you, Henry?"

I felt so anxious. Without looking I knew everyone blamed me for something. Well, there surely was blame in his voice. But luckily, they couldn't guess for what.

"I'm sorry, there was a factor I wasn't aware of."

His tense shoulders suddenly relaxed all of a sudden. Even he couldn't stand the tension which was so unlike him. But still, they weren't completely relaxed.

"Never mind, I'll come after work to fetch it," Thomas said in his usual casual tone. "Wait for me in the usual place."

Our usual place was an old tree outside the hospital. For years it was our usual spot. Thomas said this tree reminded him of home, as a similar tree grew not far from his home and his hometown.

"Fine," I smiled.

The rest of the day I wondered with what mood would he appear. His usual calm happy self? It wasn't probable, and I hated myself for making him have such different expressions than his usual ones.

When he approached my direction later that day, he was accompanied by two other doctors. He was laughing wholeheartedly. When they were gone, his expression changed. He still smiled, at least.

"To your house," he tried to be as casual as he could. "It's not something Linda should be exposed to."

We went silently. He looked restless. It reminded me of the time hetried to smoke in order to be considered manly. He didn't last for long, and luckily, we didn't practice medicine at the time, because his hands were too shaky to even write properly due to rehab symptoms. His restlessness reminded me the last week of the long 3 months rehab.

When we arrived at my house, he sat on the sofa way too comfortably, even for himself.

"Can you give me something to drink?"

"Do you like Earl Gray?"

"No, something stronger."

"I believe it is quite strong."

"For a tea."

He really started to make me worried. He didn't act like himself at all. Even in the time of his rehab he didn't seem so much on the edge.

"I think we should talk."

"Indeed, Henry, you killed four people. We should talk."

I really didn't like his way of speaking. What does he know?

"Did you drink?" I avoided the subject.

"Like Linda would let me, and beside… working with delicate materials is not something a drunk person should do, don't you agree?"

"Maybe I should pull you out of this," it was sad to look at him. It was also quite tiring.

"No, Henry, you can't pull me out," he rose from his seat, and then his fin(?) my chest again and again with his finger. "You told me you're a bloody murderer, dammit!"

"I'll make you some tea, after all," I tried to hide my anger.

Without realising, I found myself putting a high dose of tranquilizer. Before I could grasp why, Hyde took over.