I packed all my stuff and was ready to leave. But I knew I couldn't just leave. No, I didn't care about the hospital, not even my patients. They'd find another doctor. Doctors are much more needed in rural areas anyway. I thought about leaving London sooner but Emma didn't want to leave her widowed father. But Danvers was a much stronger man than I was. I almost collapsed after Emma's death, but he was steady as a rock. He wasn't as weak as she thought he was. And yet, it would only be honourable to say goodbye to him. He was almost my father for 2 years. But he wasn't the only one.

Once a week he went to Emma's grave around 7 am. That day was the day.

He was there, sitting on a bench quite far from the grave, if you asked me. But his legs weren't as strong as they used to be at the age of 60.

"Good morning, Danvers," I said.

He looked back at me. He smiled a bit.

"Henry, it's good to see you. It's the first time I see you here."

"I don't come regularly, but I certainly don't come in the mornings."

He laughed.

"So what brings you here today?"

"I came to say goodbye. I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Where?"

"Bakewell. My experiment wasn't approved, the hospital wants to kick me out and Emma is no longer here to stop me from moving out of the city."

He remained silent for a few moments.

"You are all that I have from her."

"No, I'm not," I sat next to him. "You have all those memories of her, just like I do. Three hundred women won't be able to take them away from me. But being at home where she lingers everywhere… that's rough, for me at least."

"For me it's the opposite, it makes her feel alive," he breathed deeply as to breathe her to himself.

"No offence, but you're old. I still have some life ahead of me. I want to live it for the first time in 6 months."

"Then you should live it then," he hugged. "Have a great life. And if you ever come to London, don't forget to come for a visit."

"Sure will," I tapped with my hat and got nearer to Emma's grave. I bended my knees and leaned on my toes.

"Emma, my first love. I would never dream of leaving you if you were here. But you're not. All I have is a tombstone. I miss your warmth, but it's long gone. You'll live in my heart as long as I'll remember my name. I am sure you will accompany me in my new way, from above, and will give me your blessing. I know you're smiling right now, you just want me to be happy, as you always had. You may not be the only one in my heart, but your memory will not fade as long as I live. Rest in peace, my fair lady."

When I stood on my feet, I could swear I saw her there smiling at me. I smiled back, raised my hat once again, and left the place.

My next stop was Thomas' house. I caught him just as he closed the door behind him.

"Morning, Thomas."

"Hi, Henry…" He didn't seem at ease. No wonder after last night.

"I really want to apologise for last night, and for everything…" I approached closer.

"Let's talk about it on the way to work," he hurried his steps away from the door.

"It's over, Thomas," I said when we were far enough from his house. "I am whole again. Hyde is gone. Kind of."

"Do you want to tell me that the creep weirdo from yesterday is gone? How did you do it?"

"I guess that just like any medicine, it has an expiration date. As idiotic as that."

"One long expiration date… If only medicines lasted that long. So much money would be saved for so many."

"I doubt it. They will just triple the price."

"You really have no faith in humanity, do you?"

"Not after I witnessed what a person can do," I said slowly.

"But you're not him."

"No, I'm him." He stopped as I said it. "I am both. Luckily, the good side Is stronger than the other."

"So you mean I also have some monster inside?" his voice trembled.

"At worst, he'll triple someone in the hallway," I put my hand on his shoulder. "You're too much of an angel."

"After the last few days, I am not sure," he covered his face with his palms, leaving only his mouth in the open "I am not sure I will recover from this."

"I saw your sorry face, behind all that ruckus. How mean can you be after that? You pitied a bloody murderer, for heaven's sake."

It seemed to calm him a bit.

"I am so tired, I don't sleep so well…"

"Maybe it's really for the best," I smiled to myself "I'm leaving, Thomas."

"You're what?"

"I'm leaving with that woman."

"The slut?!" he raised his voice. Undoubtedly, he wasn't back to his old self yet.

"The unfortunate lady who ended up in such an inappropriate place."

"You who dated the gentlest woman in the world?"

"Did your wife know this is what you think?"

"I never said the greatest. She's too gentle even for me."

"If there's something I found in that little adventure, is that I have some wild side in me, though I didn't know how much until I drank the poison."

"The end of the world is just around the corner…"

"It has been here for a long time, my dear Thomas. Far too long."

"Will you be offended if I said I don't really want to see you at the moment?"

"Don't worry, you won't see me at all. I'm leaving London."

"Wait, I thought you were just leaving for another part of the city."

"Bakewell is a bit farther than that."

"Bakewell? You're kidding? My wife's from there. Is she from there too?"

"Her friend is."

"It's a real farewell."

"It's a small town, I am sure you'd be able to find me if you wanted."

"Will you invite me if you marry her… or… anyone?"

"Who would I invite if not my one friend?" I hugged him.

He hugged me back. When he waved goodbye, he promised to make an excuse so my patients won't hate me.

When he was gone from sight, all that was left to do was to get home, take my stuff and off to the train to Bakewell